Peace

Her voice was universal
She spoke to the hearts with songs
coming from the blue almost calm sea.
She reached coastal trenches
with the melody of the waves.
Catalysts of the war,
she stopped the projectiles in the barrels of tired opponents.
Rag-pickers flowed with her scent.
She elegantly dressed the passers-by
in the miserable big cities.
Still tolerated the nighthawk wiles of disaster.
Divine gift of heavenly mercy.
I asked for her name
near the olive grove.
He replied that he wanted my boys
to call her PEACE.