Grieving in silence,
I hear the sound,
Of all the people
Crying out.
The innocent man
Is killed in the street.
The infant child,
Is blown off his feet.
I want to tell
You how I feel,
But I’m afraid it won’t
Help to heal
All the hurt,
The dangerous woe,
The pain and torment
From our foes.
Wouldn’t you
Like to be
Free of stress,
Feeling free?
Oh, the time
Has certainly come
To shut the door
On death that roams.
We must find
A middle way
That works for all,
Or we will pay.
All of us
Are at risk.
The war will come
With guns and fists.
I don’t want
To see the end.
I want us all
To be friends.
So, let us not
Criticize.
Let us love
All girls and guys.
We can be
The best of friends
If we try
To make amends.