All the guns are silent now;
Landmines, all defused, exhumed.
Warships, mothballed; warplanes, scuttled;
Missiles, bombs, and tanks, entombed.
Across the world, hands are held
And faces face the clearing sky
In silent prayer, in wonderment.
No-one quite remembers why
It once seemed great to shoot to kill.
No-one gets that deadly thrill.
No-one cares to take that hill.
No-one wishes others ill.
Instead, the people turn their mind
Inside to see what they can find
Of ignorance within their skin
And mine their souls to conquer sin.
No-one throws the stones at others;
Hands are used to help instead;
Someone speaks and someone listens;
Around the world, each kids is fed.
Slowly now we heal the earth;
Slowly now we heal our soul;
Surely now we tend our hearth;
Finally now we have a goal
Worthy of humanity:
Not to overcome each other —
We work together to save our Mother,
And never wake those Dogs of War.