Wars Away

When I was a child

A great war seized our land

And other lands as well.

I saw the thunder and death

On movie screens.

I knew the sorrow was great

When some did not return

And adults cried.

Now I am old,

And the wars keep coming.

Fewer die

But the thunder and death continue.

And when I die,

Will there still be wars?

Must there be?

Are there not hearts among us

Who say no more

All over our lands?

Let us live

With no more wars away.