When voices rage and battle cries ignite,
The world is fractured, torn by endless strife.
Yet peace could rise from shadows of the night,
If words replaced the sharpest edge of life.
Oh, how the tongue, when gentle, heals the pain,
A softer strength than any blade could wield.
For power lies in dialogue, not in gain,
In hearts unarmed, where wounds are gently healed.
Let nations speak with voices calm and clear,
And lay down arms to lift up hope instead.
For peace is not in dominance or fear,
But in the quiet words of love once said.
So, leaders, find your strength in peace’s song—
A voice that whispers where it once was wrong.
JH
Julan62 