A poem I wrote

All the faces we see
All the moments in life
The great thing we call peace
Cut down by the knife

The knife called war,
politics and religion
And fighting is not an eagle nor hawk,
nor lion or bear,

but a mear soul,
what I call me,
what others call you,
what souls call leaders

For my eyes are for seeing
my ears for hearing
and my heart is for living just as everyone else
For the ones we love and the ones we hate,
thou are from the same brotherhood.