No War!

Don’t speak to me of holy wars
Of martyrdom and sacrifice
Don’t speak of an enlightened cause
Of infidels and paradise

There is no decent way to kill
No comfort for a widowed bride
There is no vengeful divine will
No godly plan for genocide

Don’t speak to me of hidden bombs
Of dictators and liberty
Don’t speak of righting nations’ wrongs
Of winning peace and setting free

There is no gold that’s worth a life
No oil that’s worth the blood
There is no diamond worth the strife
Of sordid profits from the mud

Don’t speak to me of sacred ground
Of ancient consecrated earth
Don’t speak of treasures lost and found
Of claiming back His place of birth

There is no faith that teaches hate
No doctrine founded on revenge
There is no violent seal of fate
No prayer to make the bloodshed end

Don’t speak to me of wars for peace
Of battles for the hearts and minds
Don’t speak of blames that never cease
Of hurt that heals and pain that binds

There is no glory in a war
No victory in futures lost
There is no flag worth killing for
No profit that can match the cost.

Wayne Visser © 2010

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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