No Peace - 1982
By Cathy Roberts

When I was young and knew no better
I thought peace was within reach.
I recoiled from war’s deadly sting
But fifteen years later, it’s the same old thing.

The Jews hate the Arabs.
The Latinos hate the Americans.
With all this hate, who if left to love God?
Who is here for God to love?

I heard on the news how England
rejoiced in war and a knife slipped into my gut.
If the world blew tomorrow it could only be a blessing
Because God knows we are living in Hell.

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