Moral Ode For The People Of Good Will.

Here is a brief reflection for those bewildered by warlords.

For María and Curro, Berto’s “parents”. The future.

Like Berto, the world needs to live and sleep in peace. To see how, every day, the sun rises and goes to bed with little or no shocks. Yet, we cannot remain mute because silence serves to camouflage the complicity of blame:

Powerful persons of the World, listen to us:

That your warriors fire at the adversary but only poems because poetry is a weapon loaded with the future.

And that they launch over the people of the world missiles filled with kisses and hugs.

It is necessary to riddle the powerful like you all with bullets of empathy to piercing your souls of ice and fire.

And that through the emptiness of these holes, the bitterness fades away forever.

We need to sow of love the military tanks’ spaces so that they only can shoot spring flowers.

Let us go to immunize the world with a No-More-War vaccine to generate the neutralizing antibodies against hate.

Powerful men of the War, listen to us:

Human life is too short as of stealing even a few tenths to the implacable clock of time.

Peace,

leaders.

Please.

Greetings and health to everybody.

And, for you all, of course.

Berto, the sleeping beauty, and I signed this moral ode.