Manifesto of Peace

Peace will not begin with fireworks – but with silence,
Where there will be no sirens, only steady breathing.
Not with parades, but with the first time a child
Does not flinch at thunder – because it is only thunder.

Peace is when a grandmother knits socks again,
And does not hide bread for a rainy day.
And when the birds return – not the drones,
But the real ones, those that bring the spring.

Peace is when someone says, with tears, for the first time:
“I feel alive again.”