Monday, January 19, 2015

War is Over

Let the herald ring his bell,
Quick to tell the waiting throng
So they may spread the joyful news and
Join him in his merry song.
-         War is over -
 
Now the healing can begin.
Time to mend a broken land,
To find compassion in the wind and
Take your neighbor by the hand.
-         War is over -
 
Fathers pray as mothers weep
In sorrow or in ecstasy
To know their sons shall know no more
The horror of such travesty.
-         War is over -
 
And every soul in every town and
Every village far and near,
For now and for eternity
The three words they most long to hear:
-         War is over -
 
 

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