The Hope

Live with me through all woes.
Give freedom to all our foes.
Live together man and man.
Let us use His paradise plan.

Fight with words or not at all.
Forever we both can stand tall.
Gain not from that battle cry.
Only red runs from those who die!

A stone flies from a child's hand.
In protest of occupying his land.
A sharp report purposely aimed.
Wide-eyed innocence permanently maimed.

Mothers weep for what they had.
Pained forever in wisdom of the mad.
War scars more than can cure.
A hope to keep it always obscure.