To Save the World

Once I met a silver girl,

Who was indeed several shades pale.

We talked about what effect the war takes,

And I told her about all the heart brakes.

She said this cannot be,

For there are many more people full of glee.

I told her she had not seen the world recently,

For there was no more of her peace treaty.

Brother would kill Brother,

And Daughter would lose Mother.

Father had left,

With only the thought to protect.

But this prospect,

We would soon forget.

No longer would there be perfect harmony,

But all would be in agony.

The girl looked me and said:

I have heard many who prayed,

Both day and night,

For a cease to the fight.

And yet, from what you say,

Though I might try what I may,

You shall all die some day.

With that she turned away.

But since her words were not said kindly,

I picked up a stone and held it tightly.

Then I thew it with an expert eye,

So when it hit, she immediately died.

Her blood flowed out,

And covered the world inside out.

Her soul seeped into the lost,

Her life was the cost

That brought life to the dead.

The hungry were given bread.

And the injured?

They were no longer impaired.

To those of you given peace,

Treat it well, and never cease

The love given is a fair gift

Treat it as you would a wedding gift.