Silver fire, the light within,

is it’s fire so bright,

our lives ignite?

Are our hearts too cold

to pass the warmth?

can we truly live in peace?

Or do we live to far in the past

to clean the slate of ash and blood,

to live in a future so bright with life and hope.

Our children shall play in joy

the guns they fear: 

                    the mosquito’s bite.

the pain and loss of human life

owned by those to young to die,

shall be but stories told by the old.