Meek and slow,
Such a rainbow.
Throw a stone down,
But won’t flow.
Maybe you
Can stop the might.
Maybe we won’t
Choose to fight.
Maybe we
Can call a truce
Between the sides
That both hail through.
Just a touch
Of patience can
Build a bridge
So we can plan
How to make
Things work for all.
Just don’t lie,
And don’t stall.
We must do away
With all the bombs,
All the weapons,
Big or small.
We can make
A better earth.
It will be
A second birth.
