Christina A. Sharik


Let the cannon be unused –
rusted, and shrouded in
clouds of snow –
Let the bullets be unfired –
relics of the long ago –
Let the stretchers be unborne
and the cries of the wounded
be unknown
Let the nurses all stay home.
Let the widows all unwail
and the mighty ships of war unsail.
Let the bullets be unused
and the cannons be unfired –
Let the stretchers be unborne,
and the barbed wire fences
come unwired.
Let the Wars be all unfought –
and the Art of War be all untaught –
Let the Poets have empty pages –
Let there be Peace throughout
the Ages.