For Peace
They put a gun in your hands and call you a man,
and tell you you're fighting for peace.
Dropped in the midst of a war without explaining it or
telling you you are the beast.
So you march in your ranks, with your missiles and tanks,
making peace with your fire and lead.
While there's death on all sides, and all mother's cry,
when they find out their children are dead.
If it's peace you fight for, how is it won with a war,
isn't love the only weapon of peace?
Isn't love the only weapon of peace.
By J. Barrett
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