Baby
Peace
When two
tribes try to occupy the same piece of land
And get
to fighting over the resources
Women
begin to exchange their children at birth
Slipping
out sobbing to the borders clutching precious gifts
Howling children
are entrusted to other tearful mothers
Who know
that water must be shed so that blood is not
As the
peace babies grow
Gazing
into faces they understand
Songs are
sung to them of how they healed divisions
Of how
much their brave families loved them to let them go
Of
another tribe to which they used to belong
Where now
there is only one.
