Epitaph for the Rift between Brothers

Here, in dust-choked ruins where vendettas  
once soaked stone, where morning's light  
bore fears and destruction instead of joy,  
 
let children now rise to the hum of birds singing and happiness, not rockets’ hiss, to the hush of dawn instead of alarm of bombs and the cries of the injured and those who have lost,  
 
May peace breathe its gentle hymn, tentative as first light, its breath a salve, its gift unspent and a blessing on humanity and all that reach for it ,  
 
Let steel shrapnel shatter in the earth’s quiet bows , and landmines sleep, untriggered,  
while tanks rust into relics, ossified bones  
of old wars forgotten in foreign fields.  
 
Let war’s machinery fall quiet, cast into monuments of peace, sculptures that remind us of the preciousness, reminders of life, all lives given a place among the stones and walls that hold history.  
 
Imagine this, beloved an unbroken land,  
where no foot flees from violence, where children they grow on laughter’s melody, and the fierce drum of war fades into silence.  
 
Can we not unbind ourselves, a desert unified,  
where the body and breath of peace rises in the morning breeze, to see not for what makes us different but for what holds us the same, a shared human existence beyond creed or clime?  
 
Strange, this human shape we wear; we bear the same bones, the same body, we bleed the same way, we born through womb before any name of faith, more that is similar than different why can we not then share the earth.  
 
War’s merchants, I ask you, are you not ashamed, piling wealth upon graves of the young, upon graves of the unspoken and unseen, for the tears you washed the lands in.  
 
Does your greed run so deep that you cannot see the blood of children staining your hands, or feel your soul hollowed out by your profit’s you call while many starve and lives thrown to the sand.  

How can you not cry for the young child left alone by deaths hand , mother and father lost to shaking of bomb and bullet, how does your heart not ache for the innocent who bare loss of sight or limb? Do you have no soul of your own ? What if they were your children ....
 
Oh, peace should be like the songbird’s first trill, able to light up the morning, yet it trembles in the heart’s of dark chambers, unable to take root, to breathe life into scarred fields where once was pain.  
 
Could we not bear it—this small weight, this gift, if only we chose? Why do we crush the possibility of harvest, of peace, when we known hate so well , surely we could love in equal measures, when wrath could be laid aside like worn armor?  
 
Look, the hawk now yields to the soft-winged dove, brothers clasping hands as daylight unfolds. People of different creed and culture greeting each other in different tongues as they go about their day.  
 
Let the ancient fields, once sown with scorn, now warm under olive branches, apricots and dates heavy with sun, and cities rise with voices unchained to sing the new dawn while peace flows and flourishes  
 
Could we not respect without constraint,  
without the need to claim, to conquer? Why are we not able to share something that doesn't belong to anyone ?  
 
For we were not the first on this land nor shall we be the last, Let faith find space beside faith, not as rivals but as pillars, unshaken, joined united in commonality, let diversity be the bond of peace that unites all.  
 
O sacred peace, rare as moonlight on an unbroken sea, you hold the only wealth that matters; you quiet cries, you can heal despair.  
You could mend the sky’s riven fabric, sewing together hearts unknotted from pain an grief.  
 
Let the silenced voices find their song again,  
one for each mother, each brother, each child,  
that we are many, all made of dust and clay, our hands joined not in blood, but in lifes breath, joy of knowing tomorrow peace exists.  
 
For in unity, peace will finds release in this a shared land, beloved with this new breath, this blessing, this gift of one sun, one land one life shared by many, moving towards one peace shared by all, if only we chose peace...