Role of poets in building peace

When swords are drawn and skies turn grey,
When harsh words turn hearts astray,
Poets stand with a pen in hand,
Healing what war wouldn't understand.

Not just about loss or pain,
They whisper hope through falling rain.
They speak of what the walls couldn't destroy- 
Of peace, unity and joy.

They gather tears,
And turn them into metaphors;
So that strangers recite them as a song
And know that they've known each other along.

No flags, no thrones they claim-
Just a subtle power in name.
Because peace is not the protocol signed;
Rather it is the hearts and minds that stay aligned.

When the world forgets to feel,
A poet always dares to heal.
Because some strong quiet verses,
Can turn the tides and clear the skies.