Ruthless Weapon

A ruthless weapon, sharp and cold,

A tool of war, both bought and sold.

With power to destroy and maim,

It leaves a trail of death and pain.

In the hands of those who seek to harm,

It becomes an instrument of alarm.

But for those who use it for defense,

It's a means to bring an end to violence.

But whether used for good or ill,

Its impact is felt with a bitter chill.

For every life it takes away,

A loved one's left to mourn and pray.

So let us strive for peace instead,

And put this ruthless weapon to bed.

For in the end, it's not the strong

Who win, but those who do no wrong.

Let's build bridges, not walls,

And hear the peaceful call of the falls.

Let's choose love over hate,

And make this weapon obsolete.



For in a world without war,

We'll have no need for such a cruel tool.

A ruthless weapon, sharp and cold,

But humanity can be bold