Hearing the plea's
A croud
So loud
As I am ceased

Held down
And bound
Taste the blood on my jaw
A blow, cold and raw

Hit my face
"Back in place!"
Pulls me to my feet
Tearing skin, revealing meat

Then I'm smacked back
By a metal baseball bat
Raise my arms above my head
"Too late," they say, "You're good as dead."

There's a ringing in my ears
The ugrateful singing of my fears
Such horrid ways of war
With means of peace held upon the floor

Protest went awry today
Peaceful protest they say
Holding up a sign
I agreed it is time

To show us what means more
Not the war, nor the gore
Into the atmosphere we must release

Peace

So here I am, a broken nose
In the street with blood-drenched clothes
Lying on the road witih a cracked skull
Not what I had planned at all

Is this the peace we choose to know?
Is this the results we wish to meet?
Is everything a result of violence?
Peaceful protest, no bruise nor beat

Think before you choose war
Because at ease, you'll be in peace