i can only speak for this one man
in the low music of this quiet room

hear the commotion and the noise
all about you.

i can say nearly anything
it be my right
though not all thoughts
need be spoken

to peacably assemble
and decry wrongs
that too be a right

i do not say this day
who may be right
and who is wrong
on this grey day

i stopped a moment
to pause in thought
for the hungry
and stranded of darfur

those in tents in pakistan
and afghanistan
shaken from their homes

those imprisoned or tormented
for simple beliefs
that freedom and justice
belong to more than the lucky few

and that they who choose
to worship in peace
be allowed that same peace

that smiles of children
and enough to nourish them
be more than a fool’s dream

i do believe in a higher
and better spirit
be that spirit by what name
you may choose
if you should so believe.

i would honour that spirit
with simple words
that may translate
to any tongue
for all to go in peace
and may yours hands
build better things
to feed those in want
to shelter those abandoned
to call on one other in earnest
to let tolerance be your guide

the true enemy is hatred
and the angers rising
feed that hate.

let us reach out in hope
to those in whom
we would reach out
will not strike away
the offered hand
in peace and kindness intended

in this quiet room
i rest in scented lavender dreaming
of days when you and i
can work and play
laugh and cry
together happily for some moments
and return then
to our own loving ones
in knowledge that i mean you no harm
and you mean no harm to me.

Simply beautiful, poetpj! Thank you.

Lovely.