there are times when men
who harbor secret desire
refrain from razing every village
and taking the spoils
to their hiding place
in the high mountains
there are times when men
lock up their guns
and leave the sharp axe home
while walking in the forest
allowing the trees to themselves
there are times when men
stop listening to the secret voice
instead turning to the soft touch
of darkness
and dream for a bit
of benevolence and love
in times of trouble