TIME FOR PEACE

This is not my war.

I never cast my vote for the puppet masters who push buttons in gilded chambers,

their strings pulled by shadows in suits.

Yet here we stand, frozen in their game,

the icy shards of their ambitions piercing our shared humanity.

In Germany today, a government hangs by threads of minority rule,

desperate to drag its people into conflict with Russia.

But this is not the voice of the people.

We, the dreamers, the workers, the mothers, the lovers,

we do not crave their war.

"Tell me, where have all the flowers gone?" the old song asks.

They’ve been trampled beneath boots and tanks,

their fragrance drowned out by propaganda streams

designed to twist our minds and numb our hearts.

But peace does not come out of violence.

It grows when we stand shoulder to shoulder,

courageously and peacefully refusing to be pawns in their cold wars.

Let us hold our flower of peace high.

Let us remind the world of its beauty.

Let us remind them of the fragile essence of life that transcends the fleeting illusions of power.

"Time for peace" is now. (Danta)