Of all the things I think about
Of all the things I've read,
War affects all of us,
From cradle to the grave.

It takes the very best of us,
Our young and healthy men,
And shows their eyes an evil guise
Of killing guns and machines.

It robs them of who they are,
And what they can become,
And leaves behind things in the mind
That they would rather never find.

Because of them we can sit here,
And sing along with pride,
But, oh the cost they paid it all
Their hearts, their souls, their lives.

So let us hope that war no more
In our lives will reign,
And peace will rule over tyranny
And our lives will be spared war's pain.


Minnie MacKeigan
Louisbourg, NS