The Storm of War.

The sun is lost in clouds today

But not the clouds that shroud a day

Not the clouds of swirling storm

Not the clouds from natural form

In fact they are not clouds at all

They bring with them a different call

A call of sadness seen before

These are the hated clouds of war

From Men of sand to men of ice

These clouds bring only sacrifice

Of young and old it matters not

The wars of past now seem forgot.

The Smokey clouds so full of hate

A different kind of rain berates

This rain is made of iron and steel

No hiding place for one to yield

But once again the questions posed

The one true answer no-one knows

Why people sat in higher places

Can kill and maim all of the races

No bullet settled battle scores

No tanks and planes won any wars

No lessons learned from history

The needless deaths of you and me

So maybe now we have a choice

Before war drowns our only voice

To say enough and change our plight

And show that words stop any fight

Peace can only come with words

Guns and rockets so absurd

So lay down arms and talk things through

For all our kids and me and you.