And you will go down in history as a champion.

Or then again God, Allah shall take you unto Heaven

Or you shall be a hero.

But what they do not tell you

Is how your life might end

Serving your country, you god, or being a hero

How your time runs out in seconds at Ground Zero.

And then they do not say of those you will have to kill;

Your own mirror image, ourselves on the other side of the glass

That is the thin line of 'nationality' and of 'patriots'

That ignorance is bliss.

For who can kill one as righteous as oneself?

No one, except those faced with utter necessity

And even then it is not easy, but hard

For the unjust is always the longest way between two points.

But what of war, then?

Can one country strike back justly against another

Killing thousands, leaving thousands left to suffer?

Just to assure that peace may come again?

No, it cannot be thus

For then it would be that another could justly strike back against us

And who wants that?

The agonizing cycle would only continue for eternity.

And so, people of the earth

Give up your 'us', your 'I'

And if they chance to take an eye, then give them new eyes to see

How better than this smallness is the union that is 'we'.