War and Peace
A person said they don’t want war,
and nothing is worth fighting for
But then the soldier thought a while
And said to them without a smile,
About this peace that’s neverending:
That’s the thing that we’re defending.
War and Peace
A person said they don’t want war,
and nothing is worth fighting for
But then the soldier thought a while
And said to them without a smile,
About this peace that’s neverending:
That’s the thing that we’re defending.
The Power of Service
A shouting fight is fierce and brave
And in the meantime might help save,
But those who calmly labor more,
Together cause a louder roar.
Doing What You are Supposed to
Some will praise the ones who fight
And make a show of what is right
And wave a flag and stand alone
Or shout with songs or angry tone.
But not as recognized each day
Are those who choose to do and say
The normal good things tasked to each
And all obey what churches teach.
It may be cool to make a wave
But those at school or work can save.
Just showing up to do the thing
That only simple joy will bring,
Can add up over years of time
and clean the world of all its grime.
Extra Ordinary
Deeds of honor, deeds of might,
Taking bullets, losing sight.
Strong dramatic bursts of flight,
Revolutions, heroes fight.
"All is hinging on this day,"
Some will look back then and say,
“Nothing mattered but the way
That people chose to die or slay.”
And yet I think there could be time
Where goodness lives in word and rhyme
And humble church bells sing and chime
To measure humans’ slower climb.
And people toil with common trade
With daily strength that does not fade
And children laugh as games are played
And life is all for someone’s aid.
You think that drama solves the bore
And danger makes the virtue soar.
But in between each noble war,
the peaceful people do much more.
Perhaps the goal is making all the rotten people rot
In hell, of course, as punishment for all the things they’re not
But possibly another way to help the goodness win
Is using something else which could erode the stubborn sin.
To make the hate get rusty, frayed, or chipped or charred or marred,
To smuggle in some kindness that would melt a heart that’s hard.
Betraying the betrayal with a loyalty to love,
Could spread a new disease of ease from heaven up above
A traitor with the thieves who has a perfect life to give,
Would surely burn the system with eternal life to live.