Peace - Baaba Maal

It holds the fear of the awakening

Of its shivering shores breaking

Like those in the Middle Eastern

Will you take it?

Will you take this without question?

Fall in line with the poet

The — the — the press

The — the — the — the — the — the — the — the politician

Remember how we forgot about Vietnam, Afghanistan

Will you fall to stand for a dream you haven’t seen?

I’m afraid you will

You haven’t taken a pill

And you are totally stunned on war

Let there be peace

The world is like a mirror;

frown at it, and it frowns at you

And skeletons foxtrot from cupboards

So war correspondents become travel show presenters

And magpies bring back lost property

Children, engagement rings and broken things

Let there be peace

So storms can go out to see to be angry

And return to me calm

So the broken can rise and dance in hospitals

And let the aged Ethiopian man

In the grey block of flacks

Peer through his window

And see others before him

So, his thrilled outstretched arms

Become veins for his dreams

Let there be peace

And let tears evaporate to form clouds

Condenses, and fall into reservoirs, drinking the water

And let harsh memories burst into fireworks

That melt in the dark pupils of a child’s eyes and disappear

Let shores of diamonds, silver vision

Let the waves reach the shore, wither