Keep Walking

The heart of the peacemaker

it'll will never be heard

there is no profit in peace

the greed of the hawks is far too great

they will never let loose of their cash-cow

so why do we continue to speak

why do we write poems for peace

when we know we preaching to the chior

if it weren't for our own sanity

I fear we would give up altogether

our words would dissappear

there would be no-one left saying

“there's a better way than war”

but a heart grown cold

it would only help to feed the evil

maybe if we could change one mind

one heart

turn one away from spoils of war

it would be a step

I guess that's why we keep walking