The weapons of war grow in power and speed.
The minds of men cannot keep pace.
How do they make their life and death decisions?
Man is powerless in the face of his creations.

I’ll be glad when the men choose life.
If only their weapons were museum pieces.
Perhaps these steel arrows will begin to rust.
The changes need not follow a sudden crisis.

The abstract deaths are sterile.
A pilot in a bunker has no guiding ethic.
The dehumanized carnage continues.
A thought of peace must grow stronger.

W. Wayne B.

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