Peace. A brotherly conversation...

In ’71 my brother said

it’s better to be red than dead

so I slapped him hard upside the head.

“Your mama didn't raise no fool.”

Your granddad went and fought a war,

and now we can drive these foreign cars

but that's not the reason he went for.

He drove a Chevrolet.

Your daddy fought in Vietnam;

not sure where that war came from.

But, it’s still a war today for some.

They can’t ever let it go.

And what the hell’s that on your shirt?

‘Make Love not War’ you naive squirt?

Are you afraid of getting hurt?

You ought to be ashamed.

Embroidered right there on your sleeve;

Is that a marijuana leaf?

Turn on, tune out ’s what you believe?​

That's a sad state of affairs.

What's that there on your keychain?

A peace sign? Are you insane?

It won’t help, you damn pea brain.

There’s always another war.

But…that was then and this is now.

He just might have been correct somehow.

‘melt the sword and make a plow’

That sounds like a good idea.

So pardon me whilst I take my leave.

I’ll take my plow and plant these seeds

and I’ll cultivate these funny weeds.

And I’ll make love, not war.