Peace Poem by James McLain

The biggest gun held up to all whom see.
Cutting necks that bleed that no one feels.
Peace can't come to those whom think you will.
Poverty breeds more mouths that can't be filled.
If you were they and they were you reversed.
C.N.N and Fox speak but of war.
Delusions live in dreams that death will fill.
They have tried to clone his head and failed.
The stars are out of reach to all but U.S.
Those whom think ahead wind up all dead.
If they thought I could I would be their as well.
It won't come until we are one people here.