Who will melt the metal,
turn their swords to napkin rings,
so we can dine at tables
where hope is the only thing served?
***
Who will plant flowers
along borders,
stringing barbed wire like garlands
to keep the trees safe,
so our children may learn the secrets
hidden in bark, in leaf, in bee?
***
Who will stand steadfast,
bury hatred deep,
sow softness for the harvest,
singing battle hymns
in the key of long-lost mercy?
***
Who will step upon every shore,
not with demands, but amends,
choosing the path of love,
with gladiolus in hand.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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