Peace echoing

Despite our greed
Our severe imperfections
Some of us try to shout
The word of peace
But these seem to vanish…

And like in a dream
You try to scream
Remain silent
You try to scream
All that comes out
A weak voice
And you keep trying

The more we try
The more we die
The echoes reflect
What we have left
For dead
No respect

Into reality again
We find we can do it
So we scream
So loud, so loud
The echoes multiply
A multitude of voices
Hoping someone
Will hear us
If not,
I fear we might get used
To such way of life…