How about a little Pablo Neruda?
by Oly Mike
From Peaceful Rivers:
Keeping Quiet Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still.
Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still.
This one time upon the earth, let's not speak any language,
let's stop for one second, and not move our arms so much.
It would be a delicious moment, without hurry, without locomotives,
all of us would be together in a sudden uneasiness.
The fishermen in the cold sea would do no harm to the whales
and the peasant gathering salt would look at his torn hands.
Those who prepare green wars, wars of gas, wars of fire,
victories without survivors, would put on clean clothing
and would walk alongside their brothers in the shade, without doing a thing.
There is more, of course, but you get the sense of it.