Meaningless Words

When you read the final word that was written
And the last song of the day is sung
Don’t ask where is the freedom
That was fought for by the young.

Look and see where it lays dying
In rotting heaps on any street
As the numbers keep on building
And the dead make plans to meet.

Words spoken by the righteous
Once a year in memory
Will not save the poor from dying
Nor open the door and set them free.

If minds were joined in union
And the word peace was set in stone
Then maybe man could find an answer
And a way forward could be shown.

But if peace was the prize for humanity
And the guns of destruction fired no more
Then another reason would need to be invented
To fight another war!

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