sometimes. Peace gods, who would make

Earth a haven. A place for men to

think and love and play. No war

to cloud their minds and hearts. Stop,

somehow, men from being men.

Gods make war to stop men

from becoming gods.

Without the beat of drums to stop

our ears, what heaven we could make

of Earth! The anchor that is war

left behind? Somehow free to

stop war? Gods make men to

be somewhat like them. So men

express their godliness in war.

To take life: this is what gods

do. Not the womanly urge to make

life. Nor the simple sense to stop.

War-men make gods. To stop

those gods from raging, we have to

find the heart and head to make

new gods, who don't take men

in human sacrifice. New gods,

who find disgust in war.

Gods stop, to make men war

for their amusement. We can stop

their fun. We can make new gods

in human guise. No need to

call to heaven. Just take plain men

and show to them the heaven they could make!

To stop God's wars! Men make

their own destiny. We don't need war

to prove to anyone that we are men.

But even that is not enough. To stop

war, we have to become more. To