Day Of The Gun. Poem by Graham Jones

The day of the gun
Must come to an end
And blood lust a thing of the past
Men must sit down to talk in debate
About peace that is going to last

A legacy left is nothing at all
If peace cannot be achieved
With no one to share it
Or even compare it
And those that are left are bereaved

So lay down your arms
And hold out your hands
To beckon an old enemy within
For to fight for a cause
Is noble enough
But to kill one another's a sin.