Why can’t we all just lay down all our arms?
In peace we could strive to end all the harm.
With the pen in our hand, we would make new demands;
with the end of all war, we’d crush hate to the floor.
The Muslims and Christians, and sects of religions,
could all get along when we all start again —
brother and sister, in hand, in the center,
shaking the differences off as they enter,
together in terms of a contract of peace,
young flower in hand, causing violence to cease,
the lines of division dissolved by decision,
when one just envisioned, and caused a revision.
But off in the distance, a little while later,
stood one that the others had labeled a hater.
He realized his chance and reasoned a reason
that the terms of the peace could be labeled as treason:
with equal considering of all others’ views,
the peace we had made was watered and skewed.
He said that our rights and beliefs were destroyed
when we canceled the old and made the past void.
When some agreed with this new line of thinking,
the crowd followed one, and the peaceful were shrinking.
In one final act, the peaceful were moved
to violently have the hater removed.
The group of the peaceful was scattered on sides;
it only took one to cause it all to divide.
Blood filled the ground as they hungered for peace;
they both fought for freedom — down went the deceased.
The war-torn arena where the contract was signed
was the place where the new rules of peace were defined.
A truce was reached, and the two were agreed
that both sides would stop — but they would not concede.
Why can’t we all just lay down all our arms?
In peace we could strive to end all the harm...