Earth Can Be Beautiful

Come, build a Parthenon of Peace to youth--

Hold high their torch; bid them know hero-height--

Who now lie still, lips made for laughter mute.

Remove the sword from their pale hearts, once blithe.

Earth can be beautiful: Flame peace until

White lilies bloom where swords dissolve in rust,

And the stallion--war--that lopes through crimson mist

Plods before the plow, servile and dull.