Once upon a time,

there was an agreement,

that in case of conflict,

the civilian population, will be protected,

there would be no discrimination,

on bases of identity, race, nationality,

no thinking of political costs.

They all signed, promised, smiled, shook their hands,

after they all walked out the door and let it die,

What can we do?

we powerless always ask,

take sides, the only thing we could find,

and now we are going to realise,

that children are children,

they are not to be found,

on the left or on the right,

but in the middle of this cruel war,

there is no space, no time,

it is our job to raise a voice,

to protect their lives,

Don’t let the anger possess you,

let your humanity flow,

peace is not only a word,

we can practice it, make it our own,

We still can request and vote,

for our presidents,

to follow international law,

to force an immediate ceasefire,

they can, we cannot.

In the meantime let’s get together,

so they can see a united front,

we care, we care a lot,

We have to be brave,

and protect them all,

because if we don’t,

there will be nothing left

that we can love.

I ask for peace,

with tears in my eyes,

Always. Luz