MY husband writes poetry (usually about faith, current events or both), and I really wanted to share a beautiful poem that he wrote. It's an anti-war poem. I thought it would be "safe" to post here, because I've seen in WWMC that even if we disagree we are respectful of one another.
So enjoy
I once saw a man who appeared to be a good chief But his mouth was marching to the order of his teeth
He announced a new threat of great proportion
We were struck with fear from all the commotion
They said were blessed to have the power to preempt
For if we delayed a great travesty was eminent
Everyone was still afraid of another nine eleven
For out on the prowl was the guilty bin laden
Who once was trained and supported by our CIA
But too elusive to be caught by our forces today
They said we can't get him so let's get Saddom
Because he's been a bad leader and has a bomb
Let's go in there and put a stop to his policy
Before he comes here and takes our democracy
Our best choice seemed to be bombing Iraq
Well, that was the only tool they put in our pack
Most of us bought the story about patriotism in full
We knew little about it but thought to be respectful
MarkTwain once said: to always support one's country
And government when they deserve it, not the contrary
Let peace rain down on their parade of pride
We will see how many are already on our side
Our leaders may have lied to start this war unjust
But let us march against it… Peace or Bust
Let us not continue the destruction of our nation
By spilling the blood of those not in our celebration
Being inactive puts us with the murders and the blame
Let our cry flow in harmony like a river to smother the flame
Peace cannot spread though the dealings of the influential
Because they want colonialism to become expediential
Peace does not come by spilling oil or blood
No matter how deep we get stuck in the mud
Can we love others more than ourselves?
Just like it says in those books on our shelves
Many have done so and made the world better
Now they have eternal peace forever and ever
Does the truth come to those who seek?
Most certainly to those who are truly meek
We need a few more to take a step toward love
That will bring power to the weak from above
Do not fear losing our possessions here on earth
For they have not brought us more life or worth
We love our own soul by caring for many others
For we need love from many sisters and brothers
Hording things creates a empty vacuum within
Most cannot ever escape from the horrible spin
We can get out only when we let go of everything
And that does not mean we have to lose anything
Treat possessions as we should treat youth of age
Let them go slowly not try to keep them in a cage
Things let go freely may return home someday
Things that escape want to always stay away
Peace doesn't come by obtaining more stuff
But giving to those who have it more tuff
It doesn't mean to force others to give
But give as we can to help others live
War is the mischief of an unsatisfied soul
It is merciless evil which always takes a toll
Live life in full satisfaction
With more charitable action
So enjoy
I once saw a man who appeared to be a good chief But his mouth was marching to the order of his teeth
He announced a new threat of great proportion
We were struck with fear from all the commotion
They said were blessed to have the power to preempt
For if we delayed a great travesty was eminent
Everyone was still afraid of another nine eleven
For out on the prowl was the guilty bin laden
Who once was trained and supported by our CIA
But too elusive to be caught by our forces today
They said we can't get him so let's get Saddom
Because he's been a bad leader and has a bomb
Let's go in there and put a stop to his policy
Before he comes here and takes our democracy
Our best choice seemed to be bombing Iraq
Well, that was the only tool they put in our pack
Most of us bought the story about patriotism in full
We knew little about it but thought to be respectful
MarkTwain once said: to always support one's country
And government when they deserve it, not the contrary
Let peace rain down on their parade of pride
We will see how many are already on our side
Our leaders may have lied to start this war unjust
But let us march against it… Peace or Bust
Let us not continue the destruction of our nation
By spilling the blood of those not in our celebration
Being inactive puts us with the murders and the blame
Let our cry flow in harmony like a river to smother the flame
Peace cannot spread though the dealings of the influential
Because they want colonialism to become expediential
Peace does not come by spilling oil or blood
No matter how deep we get stuck in the mud
Can we love others more than ourselves?
Just like it says in those books on our shelves
Many have done so and made the world better
Now they have eternal peace forever and ever
Does the truth come to those who seek?
Most certainly to those who are truly meek
We need a few more to take a step toward love
That will bring power to the weak from above
Do not fear losing our possessions here on earth
For they have not brought us more life or worth
We love our own soul by caring for many others
For we need love from many sisters and brothers
Hording things creates a empty vacuum within
Most cannot ever escape from the horrible spin
We can get out only when we let go of everything
And that does not mean we have to lose anything
Treat possessions as we should treat youth of age
Let them go slowly not try to keep them in a cage
Things let go freely may return home someday
Things that escape want to always stay away
Peace doesn't come by obtaining more stuff
But giving to those who have it more tuff
It doesn't mean to force others to give
But give as we can to help others live
War is the mischief of an unsatisfied soul
It is merciless evil which always takes a toll
Live life in full satisfaction
With more charitable action
