When all the great songs have already been sung and every last bell has finally rung I pray it is then when our hope from above shall descend to the Earth like the gentlest dove When every last page has been written in pen by the wisest of sages and the meekest of men And they close up the books with the very last line Perhaps we will give our Creator some time When there is no turning to the left or the right And we must look up lest we lose the fight May the swords we are holding be removed from our hands Let the bloodshed be done with and the armies disband When men are just men and not colors or flags with no more distinction from riches to rags May we then come together as brothers in blood as we pull one another up out of the mud With never a battle to be lost or won Nothing more to be proven under the sun Let the light of God's love all our hearts overtake and our differences fade for humanity's sake When all chatter and clatter distractions are still by dint of the Almighty's sovereign will And all the grand deeds of industry cease Perhaps then this world shall finally know peace © Mike Wise 1-19-23