I know of a Language that is very rare,
I know of a Word that is Tranquil,
Nations go to war because of it, they kill their brothers to obtain it.
Their children aren’t out of this quest. They massacre the flesh of these fresh bodies, pull their parents to the streets and make them pay for those untamed playing the chess game, using us as pawns…
Treaties are signed. Boundaries are merged. Covenants are made. But yet it all screams the blood of our sons and daughters born, yet to be born and though some may be unknown, yet they are our bloods shed on the streets to Freedom.
Drum beats are heard. Yet from afar my heart beat because of the bloods shed in search of this word, this language, this five letter word written on my five fingers soaked in the blood of these humans, a fleshy being like you… Even if, not for the sake of being humans seeking for freedom, at least it should be far from what we thought could earn us this word. This Language… Called Peace.
I Stand For Peace, no matter the odds, i shall speak this Language called Peace because my forefathers spoke the same language!