You can stick a gun
In somebody’s face
You can even pull the trigger
But you cannot replace
His kin, his land, his God
And his creed
Not for bread alone
Is a man gonna bleed
You can raise an army
You can send it overseas
But you ain’t gonna change
What people believe
You can make a bunch of widows
And kids without moms
But you can’t fix the world
With cluster bombs
You can turn whole nations
Into danger zones
Or you can concentrate
On taking care of your own
You can try to control
What’s beyond your command
Or you can focus on building
A better homeland
Richard W. Bray
Tags: Poetry