The One Who makes flowers bloom
   loves to travel and visit throughout
      this small world.
      
Sometimes, when the wind is still,
   through the clouds, the sun awakes,
      making the whole world soft light.
Something within moves, and we know that
   the One Who is touched by every thought
      bleeds when another truck is piled with 
         bodies for burial.

Sometimes, on a clear night, 
   the light from Orion enters the eyes
      and dances within the deepest center of the brain.
Something within moves, and we know that
   the One Who is before any thought
      is defiled by the logic of
         nuclear war.
         
Sometimes a spark from another heart ignites us.
Something within grows, until it is
   our body, mind and action.

In the name of the One Who Gives Life to every child:

	Leave this world, spirit named Hate!
	Leave this world, spirit named Greed!
	Leave this world, spirit named Ignorance!
	
	There is no more room.
	Either you leave us
	   or we will all leave together.