AFTER THE STORM

AFTER THE STORM

One day, after the storm, I was thinking

In a next time, without fears, without wars,

The free way from the future,

One moment in peace,

The brotherhood in every mind

In every hand,

No murders,

Only the sweet breeze

In a yard green,

In a calm sea

The same family, humanity,

No more injustice, no more slaves,

No more discrimination,

No more childhood unprotect,

No more frontiers,

Under the Lord’s eyes,

With a smile in the pacific mouth,

Their soft hands, but a never passive love, only softly…

MARCOS LOURES