Milk

Yogurt

Sausage

Cheese

 

My enemy and I

Pray to the same god

Using different rituals

Built from the same bones

 

My enemy and I

Share the same name

Accented differently

Our signatures are the same

 

Yet some fool thinks

We can paper over differences

With a couple of drinks

And pregnant pauses

 

And some fool believes

That we’d give up this anger

That has served us so well

In shaping our cultures