What would happen if bullets didn’t work
Or if swords or knives wouldn’t kill
Where would we be if bombs were duds
Or if our missiles wouldn’t destroy at will
If man couldn’t murder or even maime
Wouldn’t the thirst for war disappear
Could it be possible if destruction ended
That no longer would we shed a hurtful tear
But when one thinks it’s abundantly clear
That weapons are made by our own
We can choose to live life in peace
Or to bury our brothers beneath cold stone
It matters not who is right or wrong
Or who should win or have their way
Why can’t we learn to love one another
Allowing everyone to enjoy each day
