What is a fence

Without a flag

What is a country

Without a name

What is a War

That only cares about land

Why must we always forget

That the thumb is what makes for the dominant hand

Why do we kill neighbors

And fight blood feuds

When the next generations blood is in the womb

Why is war endless as the underground

When we all look up

And dream upon the same stars?

Peace.

Please.

Peace.

Please.

Peace.

Please.

For You.

For Me.

For our children.

And our families.

Caskets are crafted in factories of deceivers

Who care no more for common people

Than than they do for coming together.

Why is War

Why is War

Why is War

Always what we’re building for?

I say we build a field of vines

That runs up and down the borderlines

Twisting and turning fates intertwined

Maybe then

We would have a reminder

From Mother Earth herself

About how fruit comes from blending together

Instead of growing further apart.