if i die now,
when i lie with my eyes shut
do not show out that love
that love you would have given

if my legs and my hands are being amputated in the cause of war and violent,
do not show your face
tendering that peace you would given.

if i lay on my mat
stretches as hunger and starvation devours that very strenght left,
do not show your face
tendering food and water when the strength has varnished.

Give me dialogue not weapon
with that i will build up that tranquility
so war and crisis will be shut up.

Give me bread and water
Is needful, not when i lay in my abyss but when my mouth is full of strenght of gratitude.

let love lead that way
show me the ocean,
hand me over the net and hook and watch me go fishing.

Thoughts are deceiving in those time of adversities.
the minds are cunny,
so take my hand and show me LOVE

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