We walk the grounds of Gettysburg today
where hallowed dead in graves now lay serene.
Our sadness hangs on leaves of grass so green
for death, does peace persistently obey.
And in the hills of Arlington brave stay.
Look at the beach of Normandy: how clean
where blood and sand mixed thick now so pristine.
There is great peace in fields of stone we say,
but where there is no vision there’s no peace.
“Where was man’s vision where oh where?” we cried.
The answer is to ask and do not cease.
Is peace just time between our fratricide?
Yet peace then war just ebbs and flows like seas.
Are we so cursed to not let peace preside?
From: Proverbs 29:18 (KJV) paraphrase