'they will beat their swords into plowshares' Isaiah 2: 4
There's been enough killing, god knows.
Flowers of all nations plucked
and placed in grievous rows.
Bells have tolled of death too long;
Now let them tell of peace.
Resonate throughout the world
a pealing sweet and clear,
that all mankind may meet as one;
In friendship, not in fear.
There's been enough killing, god knows.
Flowers of all nations plucked
and placed in grievous rows.
jerry hughes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bells-of-peace/
