A Child Seventy-five Years Ago


In World War Two, evil was the wrongdoer
No way to reach out to the nations and bless
As history proceeds there is a vision newer
Even a child can tell when the world is a mess

Years gone by, proves that violence begets violence
Hate will flow from generation to generation
With retaliation there is no permanent silence
We must examine and promote our basic foundation

Listen my children of four generations
No matter how impossible terrorism looks
Beat your swords into plow-sharers
And your spears into pruning hooks

Man's sin is our own worst enemy by name
Without love the whole world feels the same pain

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