Wars of the world, "to end all war," so said.

Now furious winds of hot hate blow again.

What chance the dove of peace? Eagle so fierce,

Yearning to fly again, yearning to strike.

Word has gone out, all the world waits to hear,

Hoping, yet knowing with sighs, hearts of lead,

Hatred has risen, has struck, gone to earth.

How shall we smoke this sly fox from the den,

Yet save the innocent cubs that lie near?

Daughter, granddaughter, speak now, say your prayers

Fervently, lest precious life more be lost.

We who bear life near our hearts, in our wombs:

We are the vessels and keepers of peace.

Chant with all strength for the fate of our Earth.　

GMW