I am writing my mom's memoirs online She just turned 93 She's seen World Wars throughout her life A journey through the last century And every time the boys came home She shared their sweet relief That someone who cared Used a pen: Mightier than the sword! To wage a war for Peace While they obeyed the dictates Of far-away masters who claimed (In their poison bid for money or fame) That weapons are the ONLY way To win this "war" If all the money came home To help our own children live and grow Are we afraid our children will fall In the bid to return freedom and democracy To All? Or will they know the purity of Compassion's call?