P E A C E

Hello, little future.
This is not of my creation,
But someone has torn the suture
Of a very quaint, young nation.

Now i beg you, plead and plead,
To put down your ammunition.
Don't help them, don't make people bleed,
Put down your weak suspicions.

Open your eyes, and see this insanity,
Don't just sit by and watch.
just this inhumanity
Without that bottle of scotch.

War's not the answer, not even an option,
Or at least, it shouldn't be so.
Let's go along with peace's adoption,
For this country, found so long ago.

Don't hurt the helpless people.
The result will hurt you most.
Think of young Jesus, born in his steeple,
To guide you, replacing war's ghost.

Try as you will, my change isn't stopping.
Soon the whole world will know.
This is the subject that no one is dropping,
Our message, we cry like a crow.

Free all the people, stop all the war,
Make peace, country hand in hand.
For when this world ends, we won't have gone far,
Unless The Earth, Together, it bands.