Do two wrongs make a right?
Do two deaths equal a life?
Can an unholy creature deal divine retribution?
Can one man presume to pass judgment?
Does revenge repair what’s been done?
Does hatred ever make things undone?
Will war bring peace to yonder shore?
Will destruction of more undo what’s been done?
Can bitterness heal wounds now cut?
Can a child’s death be christened ‘For those gone, vengeance’?

Will peace exist when in men’s hearts, still hides the seed we call revenge?

Can love exist in gardens, that still hold close the
bloom of sweet hatred’s flower close and tight?

Does a child’s blood on killers’ lips, taste sweeter when we call it war?

Will we find the path of reason, when still as yet,
Our hearts hang tight to what is ‘right’
And name those on the other side,
Sinners in the truest sense?

Can we call it peace,
When young ones still play this game...
They’ll always call revenge.

(C) Catrina Stockbridge