Though peace is daily and savagely slain
And innocence brutally raped then killed,
Though misery, suffering, grief and pain
Pour down until all hearts are overfilled,
Though the ground is dyed red with infants’ blood
And human bombs waste the merry singing,
Though bereaved eyes still shed a second flood
And pangs of helplessness keep on stinging,
Though mad, fierce war winds never cease to howl,
And kindle hatred beneath hell’s altar,
Though every chance for lasting peace we foul,
And nothing we seem to do or alter,
I believe peace is still achievable,
For it’s certainly inevitable.
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