For the peace the children cry,
As wars rage by and by.
For the peace tears are shed,
For the peace and for the dead.
The scarlet blood dripping down,
Marks the streets and kills the joy.
The terrorized screams of another shot,
Echo through deserted streets.
For the peace the mothers cry,
As more sons die and die.
For the peace is our cry.
But why then is war considered alright?
A father dead,
A brother gone.
And for what, but another gun?
For the peace is the cry,
Held on up as generations die,
For the peace we march back on.
And for the peace we hear the death gong.
The blood and tears mingle together,
And what is lost is lost forever.
For the peace the children cry,
And still, guns are raised higher then high.
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Submission Name: For the Peace
