Peace in Our Time

Who holds the money?
Who holds the need?
Who holds the strings of misery
Or the purse of greed?
And the gunmen reap while the gangsters sow
And law is cheap when the smugglers go

Give us peace in our time
While I have a life to live
Then I have no life to give
Give us peace in our time

In sun kissed rooms in city slums
Minds are restless till the airmail come
From the forest floor to the western mind
Like a chat-show topic on a party-line

And the hardest love of all is to forgive
As the world comes tumbling down
Let all the rain come down on blind desire
Like a thundercloud that holds a prairie fire

I hear the blame I see the cause
A stronger voice a stonger law
But buyers buy and sellers sell
Public comsumption of a private hell