The Same Song

I change the tune, 

The tone, the words

Here and there

The rhyme, rhythm

Open or close, 

At times weak, or strong, 

In short verses or long

I travel from end to end, 

Writing the same poem, 

Singing the same song. 

You talk of hatred, 

Dark, rude, red;

Division, dissension

Wars, weapons

Your sole reality,

Like hundreds of years

Shedding bloody tears;

I talk of peace, purity, 

Power of the soul, 

Love, equality, human dignity.

Good or bad, right or wrong, 

Time and again, I write the same poem, 

In different ways, I sing the same song.