Someday at Christmas men won't be boys
Playing with bombs like kids play with toys
Someday At Christmas
Like a child placed before a natural phenomena
Which impress him like a fairy tale
Weapons reflect the soul of the maker.
And if we don’t end war,
War will end us.
I don’t know with what weapons World War III will be fought,
But World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
All war is deception.
And when war’s looked upon as vulgar,
It will cease to be popular.
For you can no more win a war than
You can win an earthquake.
One warm Christmas day,
They’ll throw a war,
And nobody will come.
This poem was written entirely out of quotes by famous people. From Einstein to Jeanette Rankin to Oscar Wilde to Marie Curie. I hope it sounds like poetry than some sort of stern catechism.