Battle for peace Rise and Fall of waves, Hiding sun on eves And gentle wind gives All fresh news. Like bodies in flood, Fingertip in cold, Tiny hands in the blood Make paper fold. People slept in beds and woke without heads. A long scream of kids opens the tank's lids. Field filled with liquid red. Some remain undead, with no one to aid, neither near to shed. Oh, God of war, Mars, Please show pity on us. Days months years pass Still, we see no peace...