Water slips over rocks

Words spill over paper

The trains are coming

To take us over the sea

To fight a battle

That we don't believe

Planes tear across our war torn skies

Maybe I've been

Ill informed

Maybe I'm not the person

That I used to be

I used to be ready to fight,

Ready to believe

The trains…

They are slowing

They're readying us to fight

Putting weapons in our hands,

Distributing knives

I don't want to fight

These people I have never met

I lay aside my arms

With a stiff confidence I say these words

To my supposed comrades

"Why can't we all…

Just give peace a chance?"