Monday, August 27, 2012

baby peace

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.