When I come home to peace again
The sharp arrows shot at me
Will all be whistled by
The quivers of my enemies
Forever lying empty as a witch’s womb
When I come home to peace again
The jagged stones hurled at me
Will all lie still upon the ground
The whirling slings aimed at me
Forever flaccid as a gutted goat
When I come home to peace again
Light will flourish in every heart
Shining back to brilliance
This once bright star
Darkened by terror
And the hatred it inspired
When I come home to peace again
Our children and the children of our enemies
Will break the shackles of their histories
And take a vow
To entomb the very thought of war
For a million generations to come
And the word for war will disappear
From every language around the world
Copyright © 2006 by James Patrick Farrell III All rights reserved.