(The following poem was written by Nicholas Peters just after the outbreak of World War II in 1939. Peters had emigrated to Canada from Russia in 1925 as a boy of 10 and had seen firsthand the horrors of revolution and war in his native country. He joined the Royal Canadian Air Force in 1942 and trained as a flight officer. On the night of March 7, 1945 he died when his aircraft was hit by enemy fire. This poem is from a collection of Peter's work entitled Another Morn.)
I gaze into the world with sorrowing eyes
And see the wide-abounding fruits of hate.
We fight, we say, for peace and find the wars we make
To be a spring of hate and source for future wars.
Is there no peace for man?
No hope that this accursed flow of blood may cease?
Is this our destiny: to kill and maim for peace?
Or is this 'peace' we strive to gain
A thin, unholy masquerade
Which, when our pride, our greed, our gain is touched too far,
Is shed, and stands uncovered what we are?
Show me your light, O God
That I may fight for peace with peace and not with war,
To prove my love with love, and hate no more.