Shattering – shattering – shattering
Shattering night of fire and death
The humble dwellings lay in rubble charred
A single wall remained amidst the smoke,
bearing a tablet smeared with ash and tar.
Sacred to the memory of the men.
sacred to the memory of the men of Alice Street
who died for peace during the Great War.
Our dreams of peace are far too small
We seek our peace –
Peace brought about in our own way.
We conquer outer space but fail the test.
We fail the test, the test of conquering ourselves
and of conquering our fears each day.
Peace demands more than our self-serving schemes,
She seeks our resolve – she seeks our best.
May we never lose our faith in peace.
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