In Normandy amongst fields of green
I saw rows of graves, white and clean
Those who in the war gave their lives
They liberated France, but what survives?
What lessons do these graves now tell?
Should we, the young, give our lives as well?
I touch the stone of a soldier unknown
Should I die for my country far from home?
We will be poor students to those who died?
Should the peace they died for be pushed aside?
Will refusal to learn be our pall?
Can we not rest till war has killed us all?
Put down our weapons, embrace one another!
Love and be loved as sister and brother
With enemies make friends, and forgive
Is the lesson not that we should live?