Poetry on Peace

Man, the brain, the boaster, the blind seeker,

Thrusting, merciless - and how much afraid!

Crouching behind his engines, still the weaker

For every tool of death his hands have made.

Man, the heart, the humble, the endurer,

Trusting, merciful, unafraid and gay,

Upright and free and friendly, still securer

For every warlike weapon thrown away.

- W.R. Hughes

I believe there'll come a day

when the lion and the lamb

will lie down in peace together

in Jerusalem.

And there'll be no barricades then.

There'll be no wires or walls.

And we can wash all this blood from our hands,

and all this hatred from our souls.

And I believe that on that day

all the children of Abraham

will lay down their swords forever

in Jerusalem.

- Joan Baez