An old cowboy who was ruggedly cute
Was bedding down his best friend’s wife
Having the time of his life
Drowned in rot gut *****

Mistakenly thought his wrangler buddy didn’t give a hoot
Until the sudden moment his ex-best friend began to shoot
But he was in luck with uncommon fate
When St. Peter let him in the gate

Knowing he was just a crazy old cowboy coot
Drinking heavenly whisky straight out of his boot

Have seen
White crosses by the thousands
On a Normandy green moist mound
One read: Known only to God
Oh, my God!  I stood on sacred ground
The universe is too small
To contain my sorrow
Have seen
Names
Names
Thousands of names
On Vietnam Wall
Where the courageous wept
While the tragic dead slept

Have seen
Changing of the guard
Sentinels sharp and tall
At Tomb of Unknown Soldier
Where no one can not weep
Where the fallen warrior sleeps
But no where have I Seen
Tombs of tyrants
Where people cry
Call to arms
Call to war
Holy war
Holy terror
Holy intent
No matter the name
All is inhuman horror

This I have seen
With my own eyes
Yet hard as I try
My soul
My heart
My spirit
I can not console
Eyes swollen
Gushing tears
I can not ignore my fears
Tell me how!  Please tell me how
We can become
One world.  One love. One clan.  One kindness.
Where is this place where man’s
Caring sensitivity we must find?
Come out!  Come out!
Into the light—fellowman
Up and about
Of this quagmire
Inside this deep, dark, deadly cave
Of death and hate
Which humans can not deny we crave
Madness, insanity
Tell me; shout it; is it to late to abate?
And settle for all time a peaceful fate

Last night
The sweet taste of you
Lingered into my dreams
When I awoke
It was still there
If only
If only
It could be
More than it seems