The voices on the wind

sing of anguish.

Whispering memories.

Echoing heartbreak.

Speak to me of beauty.

Speak to me of charity.

Speak to me of hope.

The things which seem lost upon humanity.

An ever growing weed of hate coils

as if to strangle compassion.

Bringing the fall of grace

and the death of mercy.

Deliver acceptance.

Carry with you the hour of awareness

so we may survive the weakness of our pride.

Sing to us the song of unity.

Only then

can we sing the song of peace.