Why do people go to war?
What is all the fighting for?
I believe some time ago
That all the warriors met their foe.
They realized no one could win
In this thing called war – it is a sin
So they took all their selfishness, envy and pride
They made a pack – to lay them aside.
They packed them all in a special box
Then locked them up with hundreds of locks
Then, as time went on, with no work and unrest
It seems no one noticed, all the
Tensions and stress.
This played right into Terrorist hands
Lives were taken, upon command.
The story started, as stories go
Of how, we own this land
Our religion is best and so it
All began again.
Before we knew it – out came
They hammered and pounded it –
Until they broke the locks
Now once again out came war
We must leave our home, to fight once more.
Can’t they see? Don’t they know?
How many more young people must go
For country and king you must
Fight they are told
While mothers, wives and children
Are left at home
Mothers’ hearts must break and bleed,
As they question the sense of this
They sit by the phone, they wait at the door,
Will Johnny or Mary come home any more?
Our generation must be strong,
I mean you and I
We must make a pledge
To never employ (or) give power to men
Who want to destroy.
We must hold our head high
Reach out our hand.
If our neighbour is hurting, help them to understand
Not to give up the fight,
Help them to be strong –
Show them the light, make them feel they belong
For truth and justice, we must
Take a stand
We must carry the torch – be part
Of God’s Plan.
The way of the cross, is better by far
With love and peace, in our hearts,
There’s be mo more war.
© November 2000 Tiffany Taylor