The Poets Lament

The Poets Lament


What is peace, the poets cried, Is it the end of war?
Is it the will to move aside
When the killer’s at your door?
Is it a day, when all give in
To powers doing harm?
Is it the time when voices cry
Instead of bearing arms?

Peace on earth, are mighty words
Voiced by humbles at their seats
But who defends and makes amends
For goodwill in retreat?
Who stands against and gives himself
To face the mighty beast
When evil walks
With caustic breath
As far as it can reach?

When men become, all wrought with self
Forcing conceit upon each other
Who’s the one to stand up tall
In defense of his own brother?
Who’s the one
Who gives himself
So others may live in peace?
But the man who fights
And gives his life
So others don’t
Taste defeat

Peace on earth, the poets lament
Is a sentimental thought
But peace is gained from those that give
and in the giving, peace is bought
Some sing the songs
that define a game
where action is refused
But standing up
and risking all
Is the life
A savior would choose