WORDS MISS-SPELT
Intro: A Plea for peace
The pen is mightier than the sword
According to ancient fable.
Sword can transform into words
If for anagrams you are able
Battles fought are never won
A lifeless corpse is somebody’s son
Noble victory claimed by strong
Parents grieve to funeral songs
Hatred grows from needless death
Remains until the dying breath
Barricades in troubled minds
No compromise makes bitter blind
Stories told down generations
Truth displaced by justification
Rumour stokes the fires of hate
Fears extinguish fresh debate
Hands of friendship offer peace
Smiles engender brief release
Gestures always too short lived
Neither side prepared to give
Next brood’s fate in their own hands
Ignore the twisted, take command
Leave the bitterness behind
Start afresh with an open mind
Reach across the barricade
Let love replace the foul tirade
Those you fear across the divide
Afraid of you on the other side
Mirror image of your faceless foe
Why hate those you don’t even know
Spill no more blood, those days are past
Build the peace, make sure it lasts
Words of wisdom can win the day
Other weapons just cause dismay
If tolerance makes it’s presence felt
Sword becomes just words miss-spelt