Why must man in greed and hate
Design the fortunes of his fate
Fashion the tools of that spell his doom
And haunt him in his silent tomb?
Why must man throughout the years
Always live in constant fears
In fear of death, famine and flood
Of hunger, war and wasted blood?
Why must man, God's gift supreme
Spend countless years in useless dreams
Letting precious years speed on
When life, so sweet, so soon is gone?
Why cannot "Peace on Earth to men"
Come rather than by poet's pen?
Then, and only then, will you and I
Know at last, the answer WHY?
PFC James J. Rice, USMC
7/19/46 - 2/07/68