I think a lot about Peace, in an objective manner,
and wonder why I won’t march under that banner.
There have been times I’ve been inclined to protest
rampant injustice against those who aren’t blessed.
To be a martyr and barter one’s life against force
is to surrender to those who’ll feel no remorse
because they don’t understand a pacifist’s course.
They’re never going to dismount their high horse.
There will always be ham hawks and mad dogs of war
who’ll seize what they want and then look for more.
Corpses are carrion on which buzzards will feed
and even proud eagles are subjective to greed.
Don’t give up the ghost when you know what is right
for comrades need ardent souls shining bright
over those who tread softly off into the night.
If you’ll die for a cause, then be ready to fight.
Our mortal coil is to voice unalienable gripes.
There’s no stripping spots nor shifting stripes.
We are what we are, have faith and believe
when it comes to war, there’ll be no reprieve*
no matter how many wear white on their sleeve.
PFA
11/02/06
Author's Note:
Written with respect to the rights for differing opinions.