The world at peace.
Will it ever happen?
Perish the thought, you say.
Are you happy with killing?
Kisses are sweeter.
But bombs deal death instantly.
Sorry, but love lasts forever.
Why this bizarre dance?
Dizzy dances, you say?
Why not lifetimes of love,
glorious days, dreams of delight?
Why not kiss a bomb turning it
into red roses? It's not magic.
It's love everlasting.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS