It is not as simple as the poet makes it

sound to transform the form of metal,

a sword into farm equipment.

Just hit it with a hammer,

the prophecy implies,

and all will fall,

seeds into their furrows and nations

in obeisance to the Prince of Peace.

Yet rumours of the spoils of war

echo in the ears of rulers,

and fear forges weapons from the elements.

Still, when the fire of the Spirit burns

and melts the hearts of humanity,

something new will breathe,

rising and falling through clouds

of smoke and glory,

fermenting life from dirt and ashes.

they shall beat their swords into ploughshares,
and their spears into pruning-hooks;

nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war any more. – Isaiah 2:4