A question once asked which tool is greater?
A sword used to kill, or the pen at hand?
The question still stands though dated later,
a keyboard, or guns that ravage the land?
Look to the past to seek out the answer.
Look to history and see what is said.
While fingers are quick and bullets faster,
from keys, music prevails, with the rest dead.
It's happened before, history's proven,
the answer to this lies with pen, with song.
To forgive, divine, and to err, human,
and in war both sides couldn't be more wrong.
The outcry of battle rage through the land,
the likes of which no man had ever seen.
Though soon an armistice would be at hand,
during
the winter of Nineteen fourteen.
Man fought man, letting violence run wild,
decided the peace was safe to upend.
Yet time came to celebrate
God's child,
And both recognized the fighting must end.
Sides at opposition are now mending,
bringing pause to the war of assumption.
To sing of hope, peace, and understanding,
for a world so blackened by corruption.
Keys of tranquility joined together.
crescendoing sound of war made to cease.
What happened before now didn't matter.
For today was declared a day of Peace.
Conversation exchanged across trenches,
as men created a friendly rapport.
What's wanted by both helps mend the fences,
and to a solution opened a door.
One moment, however fleeting it be,
the keyboard and song made two sides as one.
Now if only all of us could now see,
that only death is brought forth by the gun.
As music refrains, so shall history,
We must learn from our ancestors' mistake.
Let us meet together in harmony,
One chord unites, for our progeny's sake.
Who can tell what more the future will bring?
The cost of violence can be far too steep.
Shall we strive for the peace yet to be seen?
Or forget, and be predestined to weep?
Or keep on asking the question above,
and choose to learn from humanity's past?
Put guns aside and surrender to love?
Remember those first, who strive to be last?