War

opposition and defence

A descending rain from outer reach,

a thing we see, we cannot preach.

A blowing wind will chill our hands.

A roaring war will strike our lands.

The bell will ring, the people wait,

At God's hands we'll hold our fate.

And hope for truth, it will not come.

Instead, a war will strike and run.

For years it's come, died down, and blaze.

it's coming back to hold our gaze.

If our peace is what we're looking for,

then why are people out at war?

If ever is there war we lack,

I hope it one day leaves Iraq.