Where have all the flowers gone?
What did we do with peace?
Did grace come once then abandon us,
To war and leave a lease
On hard times and hate and massacre,
On disease and pain and doubt?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Can you hear the children shout?
On fire they flee to darkest woe,
Searching for escape.
Listen close to bells that ring on high,
Drowning in hopeless hate.
Cast off the seed that leads to war
Call the master’s name.
Heed the toll of clarion call.
Deny the devil’s shame.
Rise up to purge unfettered gall
From all the despot’s phlegm.
Renew the Son that lies within,
Cease-fire and answer Him. 
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