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Jul 2013
Dedicated to all of the women and men who have been driven into such unnecessary, senseless, ****** conflicts:

Please, Lord, take this sword of mine,
And turn it into a ploughshare fine.
Let me cut through the earth for food,
Instead of soaking soil with blood.

Is there peace now; oh, can I rest?
Come back home; I’ve done my best.
Is there hope beneath silent stars?
Or just more nights in crowded bars?

They don’t know the pain I hide,
Nightmare killings trapped inside!
And here I kneel, Lord, to confess,
But cannot escape what I possess!

I fought the war and put ‘em down;
Blown through every enemy town.
And still they scream inside my head;
These haunting souls around my bed.

They don’t know the pain I hide,
Nightmare killings trapped inside!
And here I kneel, Lord, to confess,
But cannot escape what I possess!

No, I cannot escape what I possess…

To those who live such nightmares, and I am privileged to personally know some of you, may God finally grant you some peace and rest … and may the same God finally grant wisdom and discernment to the leaders of this country, steering them away from waging war, toward pursuing peace.
Previously published on my blog, noblethemes, at http://elahselene.wordpress.com/2013/06/20/dance-in-the-nebulous-trance/
Jonathan Noble
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Jonathan Noble  United Nations
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