The road away from the shadow of the mountain

Can we redeem man
with the acres of stores
of his weapons of wars?
Do you think we can?
Can we wash out the red
that’s staining his hands
and staining his lands
and build something instead?

Can we build silver towers
with the strength of our minds?
Can we plant beds of flowers
and be gentle and kind?
I may not see the way
but I hope, and I pray.