United are we of different charms,
poor are the weak who take up arms.
The only way we will win this race,
is if we run it together and forget our place.

Alone are we who fight each other,
the man who fights with you is not your brother.
He would stab you in the back if thought he would gain,
he does not care about you or your pain.

Suffer will we if we do not learn,
war does not heal, it can only burn.
A knife cannot prove that you are right,
only words can bring the truth to light.

But as I sit here and write this verse,
I know it is not enough to lift this curse.
Actions are needed to create a world of peace,
so go talk to your brothers, I've said my piece.