WWIII by Jellen

When the war is over,
When we have proven
That we are indeed number one.

When we have shown our excellence,
In atomic nuclear disasters,
Mass population reduction,
And making ourselves into gods.

When our planet no longer
Ceases to be.
And when we have defeated radical Islam,
By mass murder of its followers.

Then peace shall reign over all the world
But will anyone be left to enjoy it?

For Our World; by Mattie Stepanek

For Our World
We need to stop.
Just stop.
Stop for a moment.
Before anybody
Says or does anything
That may hurt anyone else.
We need to be silent.
Just silent.
Silent for a moment.
Before we forever lose
The blessing of songs
That grow in our hearts.
We need to notice.
Just notice.
Notice for a moment.
Before the future slips away
Into ashes and dust of humility.
Stop, be silent, and notice.
In so many ways, we are the same.
Our differences are unique treasures.
We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts
To nurture, to offer, to accept.
We need to be.
Just be.
Be for a moment.
Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting,
Like children and lambs,
Never judging or vengeful
Like the judging and vengeful.
And now, let us pray,
Differently, yet together,
Before there is no earth, no life,
No chance for peace.
September 11, 2001
© Matthew Joseph Thaddeus Stepanek 1990 -2004
from Hope Through

In Flander's Fields; by John McCrae

In Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

Youth by Jellen

Two million dismembered bodies
Nuclear fallout
Young lives nipped in the bud
Medals and decorations
Flags waving in glory
The crowd chants in unison

We won!   We won!

I slowly sip my drink
To anesthetize old memories
For I know that no one ever wins
In war.

Seven by Four; by Jellen

They gave me a gun
 And taught me to maim
To shoot those old commies
That's part of the game.

To kill one is quite a service to mankind.
Then we fought, and I saw his eyes.
Scared like mine.

I couldn't kill him
Couldn't kill any more.
They sent me home in a pine box.
Seven by four.