If Gandhi\'s spinning wheel had spun
A million yards of cloth so fine
We would have clothed our war dead
In garb fit for their sacrifice
And with the surplus, we would have built
Cities of tents to shelter the homeless
From the raging storm of war
And provide a safe haven for all who suffer.
But alas, the wheel did not turn enough
And the cloth was in short supply
Our war dead lay uncovered
Their spirits restless and untethered
We mourn their loss, their precious lives
Snuffed out by the cruelty of war
If only we had woven a million yards
Perhaps their fate would have been different
But we can still honor their memory
By weaving a tapestry of peace and love
And ensuring that no more lives are lost
In the senseless madness of war
Let us spin the wheel of compassion
And clothe the world in kindness and empathy
So that no more tents need to be raised
For those displaced by conflict and strife
If only Gandhi\'s spinning wheel had spun
A million yards of cloth for all to share
Perhaps we would have learned the value
Of peace and harmony, beyond compare. (The Wheel of Compassion\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.