Ideology, religion, gods, race, tribe,  people, country, freedom, rights, revenge, equality, money
Imagine a world with so many excuses for peace. 

In our time there are three hundred thousand children in arms.
They play no games, for their struggle is to survive.
Their hands do not explore toys, they are holding guns.
They have learned marksmanship rather than literacy.
They have no toy soldiers, they are toy soldiers.
Many sleep tonight with no bed, to see dawn cold and hungry.
Many will not see the dawn?
What greater shame can a world have?
In our time there are three hundred thousand children in arms.
 

Neither is it my lot that I am given command over men,  nor have the gods seen fit to give me charge over nations. 
I am not a great man who can call armies from the field. It is not for me to declare peace and send soldiers home.
There are no thousands of hands awaiting my direction. I am given only two hands to command.
And they shall wage no war.

One day as I walked I chanced to dream. In this vision I came upon a people gathered in worship. They told me how they worshiped a silent god.  Though he never spoke they loved him. And I walked on. Then I came upon a god who spoke to a deafened people. Though they never listened he loved them.

I am told that the fight is for holy land. What land is not holy?
War is wagged to protect sacred places. What place is not sacred?
Tell me if there is any acre of creation that is not holy, so that I may go there and pray.