Group 1 — on War

As an observer during a meeting on fundraising I heard many who gambling were praising| As an effective technique, raising so much cash Within a short time with ease, anything else was rash. Someone said it's wrong on moral grounds, On others' misfortunes raising cash it sounds. Somebody else agreed, and said this should go Instead we'd replace it with bingo, Because in bingo the money is much less, It is so much fun, and it is harmless. Somebody else said if its wrong, its wrong; To argue that its small, is not strong. Thinking upon this, righting wrongs with size Human psyche I now better recognize Has a tendency to justify means, Size is just one way to beautify scenes. Yet the truth is truth, shining as a light; No matter how small, a wrong can't be right. I thought of other wrongs, of murder and rape; That they are wrong, no argument can escape. Killing one person we consider murder, Yet killing thousands, duty of a defender; We right these wrongs and many more, Honor armed conflict, glorify war; This is the case of a much larger wrong, Herd mentality, hiding in a throng. Rightness or wrongness is just a quality, Size has nothing to do with this duality. To consider size is ignorant immorality, It can only serve to distort reality.

In a time before time When people spoke in rhyme There was a land divine Eight tribes lived there or nine. Holy men came from there Holy word went everywhere. Each tribe went its way To mountain, desert or bay Homes of wood or clay Respect each other pay. Then a time after that time Somebody committed a crime Each tribe drew a line Said that yours and this mine Respect they did cease There grew an unease Each tribe claimed to be God's clan, chosen, free And then there were wars Murder, rape, deep scars All trust was destroyed Each with other annoyed Love too was diminished And compassion finished They built many a wall Townships surrounding tall All imprisoned within Afraid, hungry, thin. A leader held up his chin And with a mighty grin Charged his people to know That there is one way to go A pre-emptive strike Which would be unlike All the things in the past That had helped them last. Power and might is the way God's answer I pray For we are the chosen tribe Others cannot God bribe And in our mighty drive The better race will thrive. There was a war in which All the tribes God would teach Millions were killed and more And this opened the door For each tribe to plan To be the chosen clan. And the time after that time Politics a comic mime All tribes drew their line Separating yours from mine. All tribes wanted to choose In order not to lose Being God's favored clan All of them, man, woman; So they each other blamed Holy Land they all claimed In the name of love and peace Hatred the new disease; Fighting was never ceased Many more where thus deceased. In this Holy Land divine Where God's glory did shine In the time before time People in their prime Did wholeheartedly believe They had God given leave To commit murder and kill Children, parents at will For it was the Holy Hill That their lives would fulfill. Even in the name of love God's word from high above Rape and murder and kill Man, woman, child, at will; Yet such hypocrisy These tribes did not see. And so they are no more Even though strong before. In the time after time People don't speak in rhyme. History itself repeats Time before and after cheats All those who thus praise Idols of all forms raise Holy Land, sacred, divine. Mother earth is yours and mine Let's stop hypocrisy Let us see what we can see Else again no more free Onto death slaves be.

Often we confuse morality And replace it with legality. We often compromise And tell small white lies, But a lie is just a lie No matter how hard we try To cover our wolf's sin With a white sheep skin. In the end we will lose If ourselves confuse. If we consider killing Wrong, and we are willing To give up murder and death Put away in one breath, Then we should just refuse Governmental abuse, To support military Causing us much to worry About destruction and war With nations near and far. If killing in war is right, What about a private fight? One we call illegal Hail the other as regal; Both are but one thing One devour, other sting. Expedient mentality Only brings fatality; To avoid confusion And break the illusion Displace legality Embrace morality.

The Soviets had been brainwashing their people for over seventy years Generations were born, raised and died to communist prayers To the materialistic self-serving god of the commune Not one city, not one village, not one person was immune; Yet by negating the innate human morality Came crashing down The Wall of brutality. Still we fail to see our own godless materialistic system in the West In every respect, in every way it is failing its every test Ample examples of brutality, disaffection, injustice and unrest Good to treat the symptoms, but to prevent the disease is the best.

Not by one person can be denied National borders that we deride Only serve to people divide, Until such time as we decide To put national borders aside And do away with national pride. Look upon the humankind With one heart and one mind.