The Final Battle Poem by Daniel Isaac Gordon

War, death and terror
Our world is filled with hate
We'd better get things straightened out
Before it comes too late.

We fight against our neighbors
One man's creed is another man's bias
We turn against our brothers
Who once did battle beside us.

Travesties of genocide
And murder seal our fate
Why couldn't we stop the hurting
Before it came too late?

We shot, we killed, maimed and stole
Competing to cause more pain
Until we dropped that one last bomb
And no one else remained.