In the city’s busy streets,
People gather, calm and neat,
An old man holds a sign, “Paz”,
Hoping for a world that lasts.
Flags of red and gold they bear,
Walking with a peaceful air,
Together, they make their plea,
For a world where all are free.
Buildings tall, they stand and see,
Dreams of peace and unity,
Step by step, the message grows,
Through the streets, the hope it shows.
The old man with his simple sign,
Shows us all a hopeful line,
Peace and hope, they gently sing,
To make a better world, they bring.
This poem was inspired by a peaceful demonstration in the heart of Madrid, where voices from different walks of life came together to speak not with anger, but with quiet hope. The image of an elderly man holding a simple sign -"Paz" (Spanish for “Peace”) - stood out among the vibrant sea of banners and chants. It was not the loudest message, but perhaps the most enduring.