"Peace on earth and goodwill toward men,"
The angel was heard to say.
The message, alas, has now been lost,
Discarded along the way.
Man is on a mission from which he won't turn,
A mission too much in demand
As he works and strives for better ways
To kill his fellow man.
Is all our hope gone in this fast paced world?
Have things worked out for our good?
Could we right the things that we know are wrong
If we did the things we should?
Or are we all doomed to our selfishness
As we rush headlong into the day?
And are we not guilty of stabbing wounds
When we dont watch the things we say?
Answers don't come from the TV set
Or from the writer's pen.
The angel said, "Peace on earth,
Peace and goodwill toward men."
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