I want to guide us to peace.
It\'s where resolutions meet.
But you sound the war drums
every time we meet.
So I write poems negotiating
my terms of peace.
All you know is the sound of
war drums.
No ones taught you the words
of peace.
I am sorry I didn\'t teach them to
you.
I just sounded my war drums.
Do you ever get sick of the sound?
Do you ever just want to hear another
sound?
Maybe a sweet lullaby drifting you
to a peaceful sleep?