Keeping Quiet

Speaking in any language, Moving arms so much, Rushing around

The poet asks people to stop speaking, stop moving their arms so much, and create a moment without rush to achieve collective stillness and introspection.

Look at his hurt hands

The poem says 'the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands', suggesting he would become aware of the physical toll of his labor during this moment of reflection.

Green wars, Wars with gas, Wars with fire

The poem specifically mentions 'green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire' to represent different types of destructive conflicts that would cease in a moment of collective quiet.

It refers to the futility of war

The phrase 'victory with no survivors' highlights the absurdity and destructiveness of war, where even victory results in complete destruction with no one left to benefit.