Waiting

 

You stole my land

I stole your land

You beheaded me

I beheaded you

Over millennia

we are as children 

fighting on the playground

over gravel

that cuts our knees

and makes us bleed.

Can we stop?

Oh mankind

Try to be kind

Can we change?

The millennia whispers

its secrets

we wait

heads bowed in prayers

we wait

 

Resurrected

 

I have a friend

(whose people were slaughtered)

who refused to watch movies about the slaughter

unless her people had guns in their hands to slaughter back.

I have a friend

(whose people were slaughtered)

who watched the news and applauded the terrorists

creating more slaughter.

My arms reach wide,

stretching muscles

and tendons,

my arms embrace it all,

my friends,

I love each of you,

individually and collectively,

dissolving our differences

in the clouds of eternity,

resurrected from slaughter,

resurrected to love.

 

Chorus

 

Voices of war

Voices of peace

Brave are the warriors

Weeping are the widows.

Speak your truth, 

but--truth be told--

who is more righteous,

the speaker or the silent one?

I wash my hands in judgment,

I cleanse my eyes with tears,

take a stand,

but don't kick over the ladder.

How can we reach each other?

Sing our songs,

in chorus.