And the barbed wire never ceases <br />And the craters never fill. <br />The guns are made and the guns are sold <br />And in the end they kill. <br /> <br />And the bombers drone unending <br />And the missiles fill the sky <br />And the people fear and then they run <br />And as refugees, then ask, Why? <br /> <br />And the politicians argue <br />And the Generals plot and via <br />And the young are set to soldiering <br />And in the end they die. <br /> <br />And the earth just goes on circling <br />And her borders rise and fall <br />Does our evolutionary process <br />Hold no place for PEACE at all?<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-question-3/
