We see remains of vicious war
And wonder what it all was for
The broken bodies, missing parts
With active minds and aching hearts.
How will we reach the end of this
It won’t be cured with just a kiss
The work entailed is mass indeed
This task demands the utmost speed.
We can’t permit this fear to grow
It’s time solutions start to show
Get off your perch and pull up tall
Or we shall never stand at all!
Claire V. Bogdanos 