To what avail this futile scene
Which blood red stains the woodland green.
Where young men fight and young men die
Torn by metal from the sky.
Since early man has been on earth
Warfare has been a bitter curse.
Death and destruction hand in hand
Spread disaster across the land.
Man must pray to the Lord above
For the forgiveness of his love.
For if our knees we do not bend
We will suffer a nuclear end!
Raymond Morrow
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