Thirty Pieces of Silver A Collection of Poems By Joan Estelle High © 1994-2005 Book Four

War is sadness, it is pain, it is suffering, it’s crying and dying.
It is a story of  man’s worse inhumanity to his fellow  man.
War is started by old men in business suits who often are lying .
 Just because they want a country’s oil or their  piece of land. 

As the world grows smaller, then greedy people form their band.
War does makes paupers of  many and takes money from the poor
We spend money to destroy a county,  then stand with hat in hand
“Oops, sorry, we spend all our money to fix everything once more 

Some people think war is a game you play with planes and tanks.
They never seem to feel the pain or wade through blood and gore
The only people who have fun with war have money in the banks
They  ignore the report of the dead , as just  the cost of doing war. 

But the people who start the war sit comfortable in their easy chair.
Don’t bother with the news about the death of a few “useless feeders”
The world has too many mouths to feed, there is poverty everywhere.
A little collaterally damage will just  make more room for the leaders. 

Think of all the money we have spent just to try and destroy one another.
Have you ever thought to price the cost of just one day of modern war?
Think of all the good that could be done if every man helped his brother.
And we decided to use all that wasted  money so we could  feed the poor. 

This lonely space ship of a world is busy circling around a distant sun.
We alone can decide if there is to be a future on just the ends of days.
Don’t we have enough problems to consider without fighting any one ?
We can solve the world’s problems if we would just change our ways.

Song playing is "If tomorrow never comes"

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