What will it take

For you to lay down your guns?

To open your eyes

To the atrocities you've done?


How many innocents

Must suffer at your hands

Before you all realize

You need a change of plan?


On a daily basis

The streets are soaked with blood

You tend to preach "GOD'S" message

These days devoid of love


I wonder if you notice

How soaked your hands are

Stained red permanently

By pride stretched too far


I'm waiting for the day

All wars disperse

Crumble into nothing

Our world no longer cursed..