It’s not enough to sit in the quiet of night and conjure peace,
for it’s in moments of furious hatred
We need the noise to cease.
When the steel or the Bludgeon fills the Hand,
and the defences are all but breached
when the lines are crossed we drew in the sand
When the end of Civility’s Reached
It’s not enough to withdraw and Blame War,
in the aftermath of an act
But to stem the Blood with the Words spoke before.
When the Pen and the Dialogue fade in Retreat,
and young men are pushed to the fore
it’s then the march must be stopped with the feet
It’s then that we must ask, what for?