Who hears the sound of running feet
Our world reverberates defeat
While strangers view the failing trend
When will this anger ever end ?
How tired have we all become
With vision clear to only some ?
My passion washes down the drain
Promising no, not e’er again
The silence closes in once more
Too soon our Lord may bar the door !
I have been taught my whole life long
To love my God and to be strong
To help my neighbors and my friends
To pray for peace and make amends.
Yet still I find the world I see
Is rife with much hostility
The days grow old, deep in morass
When will some of this anger pass ?
In all our lives we find no peace
When will God grant our soul’s release,
I don’t know how to fight the beast
Help us, oh Lord, make wars to cease !
We are a people born to be free
To cherish peace and sweet liberty
Since we began in seventy-six,
As we fought and died and took our licks
More than two hundred years in the past
A long time now in this world so vast.
We’ve stuck it out and held on so tight
Through coldest days and in darkest night
We’ve fought off each villain we have met
And what this cost we shall not forget
But now the fight’s for our heart and soul
We cannot afford to lose our goal !
We have cried and cried
……….shed a million tears
For those boys that died
……….through all of the years
Now the war’s been won
……….but it makes no mind
While their battle’s done
……….there’s no peace to find !
Here we are again
……….on the edge of space
You remember when
……….we could save our face
Well that is no more
……….there is nothing left
None have kept the score
……….we are all bereft !
The winds of war blow harsh and shrill
To pierce the heart with their bone chill
Battles fought without thought or care
While wars are waged by those who’d dare.
Fear that’s wrought upon the living
Small time spent in kindness giving
To save the world and aid the meek
The peace of God has none to speak.
There to some end that one can’t name
They kill the young, the old, the game
Both sides lay dying in the street
Finality which tastes defeat,
The sense of it one cannot see
Oh war, where is thy victory ?
You shout that life is not complete
That all you try meets with defeat,
That everytime you stand up tall
Somebody pushes and you fall,
And yet whenever I have said,
“Please try again.” you shake your head
And vow tomorrow’s not the day
For you to find another way.
I wonder if you had the chance
You’d even take a second glance,
I think the problem’s not that fate
Has passed you by or come too late,
I’m now convinced that you don’t care
About the things we give and share.
It’s why you halt and will not see
You can’t accept that failure’s free.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 