Not strictly about pacificism, and not necessarily great song writing art, but something I wrote for an occasion a few years ago.
      
      For the Unnoticed Heroes

When I was young, so were my heroes;
Now those who are left have grown old;
I hope that the young will find heroes,
To teach them that they can be bold.

One hero may take up a rifle, to fight for the truth and stand bold;
Another may grow old in prison,
Because of some truth he has told.

A hero may die to save others; there's no greater gift one can give;
But sometimes it takes a true hero
To shoulder life's burdens and live.

Some heroes bring something of heaven,
to places touched too much by hell;
Some of them spend all their days caring,
For those who will never get well.

A hero may be any person whose honor you know you can trust;
A hero may be a brave lady   who chooses her seat on the bus.

A hero may be tall and handsome, well-favored and visibly strong;
But my hat is off to the hero, who changes our hearts with a song.

A hero makes up no excuses; a hero asks no guarantees;
Some heroes create timeless beauty,
With paint brushes gripped in their teeth.

When I was young, so were my heroes;
Now those who are left have grown old;
But this world still holds countless heroes.
Each one is more precious than gold.


                                Melody:Traditional, "Rosen the Bow".                                Lyric,   Dean Elkins,2002