take my poem as it is
there is no hidden calls
to bear crosses across waters
and  i am telling you (i'm not going)
because the hills have eyes
simply to be poetic
and because they do
follow me and you will find
that i am boring
playing safely

play
safe
two words many never know

but listen to me and see
there are places we forget
like plains full of children running
because their brothers have learned
to make metal fly and blood rain
and they race to reach age 12
as their brothers twist fun and games
loosing their bodies among sisters  

there is a place
where children climb mountains
and guns find them hidden away
not the other way round
where children pray to meet strangers
and do not need to be told to look both ways
before crossing anything

so i must tell you about them
and then maybe you will go
tear down the men that rise
and bring down the children
crossing mountains
and stay the hands creating monsters

all i can do is hope
i am sending words that save