Don’t speak to me of holy wars
    Of martyrdom and sacrifice
    Don’t speak of an enlightened cause
    Of infidels and paradise

    There is no decent way to kill
    No comfort for a widowed bride
    There is no vengeful divine will
    No godly plan for genocide

    Don’t speak to me of hidden bombs
    Of dictators and liberty
    Don’t speak of righting nations’ wrongs
    Of winning peace and setting free

    There is no gold that’s worth a life
    No oil that’s worth the blood
    There is no diamond worth the strife
    Of sordid profits from the mud

    Don’t speak to me of sacred ground
    Of ancient consecrated earth
    Don’t speak of treasures lost and found
    Of claiming back His place of birth

    There is no faith that teaches hate
    No doctrine founded on revenge
    There is no violent seal of fate
    No prayer to make the bloodshed end

    Don’t speak to me of wars for peace
    Of battles for the hearts and minds
    Don’t speak of blames that never cease
    Of hurt that heals and pain that binds

    There is no glory in a war
    No victory in futures lost
    There is no flag worth killing for
    No profit that can match the cost.

    — Wayne Visser