When the city is at peace

No crime no deadline.

it will regain its name as the City of Brotherly Love.

You would always see waving hands!

Boys and girls would change hands

when the city is at peace.

Stop the war.

There will be no pain,

the beast will sleep, shoes will have feet,

As time past, sun sets, mornings are born again

everything is calm.

I'm in peace.

I need to make noise!!!

The moon and stars can finally sleep.

This poem was a collaboration among participants in a poetry workshop as part of the All Join Hands mural project. Using a folded piece of paper, each participant wrote a line without looking at the responses of previous participants. They were asked to complete the sentence "When the city is at peace . . . " Pieces of this poem will appear in the finished mural.