Realists, God, and War
There will never be
an end
To war’s recurrent hell
While ‘realists’ shrug their
shoulders,
With a fatalistic “Oh
well.”
“There are no gods to help
you;
You only pray in vain;
So raise your children in
anticipation
Of going to war again.”
"Just
cover up your heads
For that’s the way life must
be
Beneath these godless skies.
Tell me,
is
there a difference
if I do nothing more than
pray,
Or sit in mute acceptance
Of whatever comes my way?
For those who don’t believe
in God,
I say that is their right,
But please do not discourage
me
From reaching for His light.
For
I have chosen to believe
And there’s
nothing I will say
To
alter
their chosen paths
Traveling through life’s
days.
If I am wrong,
Then what have I really lost?
If they are wrong at the end,
It's they who’ll pay the
cost.
