THE LAST SAMURAI
The Samurai are gone: the last one killed—
Good riddance I, a pacifist, would say,
Remembering all the blood their swords have spilled
Despite the fabled glory of their Way.
How can a path of violence be praised,
No matter all the discipline it shows?
There’s something in that temperament that’s crazed,
And it’s a road humanity must close.
Though honor, glory, valor were esteemed
In cultures we now reckon primitive,
From such pursuits our race must be redeemed
And learn not how to die but how to live.
The art of war recedes; the arts of peace
Prevail, while love and harmony increase.