let the respect be made
the actions you choose
are sharper than a blade

injury, misery
are all part of victory
you are a part of history
when it will end is still a
mystery

day, night or afternoon
be respectful it’s never
too soon

be the person to heal the wound
boy, girl, man or woman
in the end it’s just a human

poor, rich hungry or thirsty
for what it matters
it doesn’t concern me