The Omen of War and Peace

By Joe Squeo



Oh, how deaf we have all become as

The war hawks spread their screeching songs

Of death and destruction.

They have sung their ear-piercing songs throughout history.

Oh, how blind we have become

As war hawks spread their wings over foreign lands.

Their shadows grow with each new day.

And spread plagues, famine, and death upon human prey.

Our souls have become equally dark.

Brothers and sisters turning against each other.

Someone asks, “so, which side is God on?”

The answer is always, “on our side, of course.”

Do not mothers on all sides grieve equally?

Don’t we bleed the same blood and share the pain?

Don’t grieving fathers say, “Our sons, our daughters died

Heroes for the homeland?”

When all is said and done, Only evil and death seems to have won.

The drums of war will be silenced and the trumpets of Peace shall be played.

Pray for the final day when the Warrior of All Warriors joins the fight.

Only then will the Dove of Peace take majestic flight.