Apoem For Peace Guns, bombs, mines and tortures Form its massive sound But, within its power, winth its might And winthin its fearful threats Peace is not to be found If we kiss peopel, with whorn will welive The enemy is not a person, it lies within each os us Perhaps, just perhaps, it takes only one more person To shake the temple bell of compassion To light a candle of love, and to hoid up their hand Tn ourageous refusal To the enemies lurking winthin each of us To finally break the grip of violence over our worid then, truly shen, peacewill befound