The nights getting longer,
the days stay cold,
a desire gets ever stronger,
my thoughts maybe bold.

Changes are to come,
wars rise all over again,
my hope is not gone,
I rise my pen.

Write, probably say,
change can be progress,
forever, nothing will stay,
but not from aggression I guess.

A judge is easy spoken
a victim easily accused,
truth is, we are not open,
to honesty we are not used.

Imagine the brutal truth,
openly shown the problems there,
how many would refuse,
how many even care?

I wish I am not wrong,
but working together on solutions,
working along,
healing hate, clarify fake confusion.

Sounds simply better to me,
it would require bravery,
to struggle, to try, to see,
to truly set us free.

It would require responsibilty,
no religions or dictatoric fantasy,
true human equality,
education without penalty.

It is a thought, an utopy,
but I believe we can do better,
dialoge and effort are the key,
not loosing hope on the matter.