What can I say that has not been said, before I’m dead?
Nothing very much it seems.
I whisper to you in your dreams.
I am the world you’re wishing for, hopefully not bloodstained war.
I am hope and peace and love, above the battlefield a dove.
Someday you may come to me and I to you, the blind may see.
I believe, I am not one.
I am many, look, no gun.
The way of peace is brave and true.
I am ignored, are you?
Do what you must do.
Be as you must be.
Leave the rest to me.
5th July, 2018