Between wars,we gather the bodies
bury them .Plant white crosses
Hold pictures and name ceremonies after them
so forgetting might remember them
But now these wars are endless.We are their targets
Both sides war upon us.We have only gardens
They poison wells and crops .We refugee our hopes
away from battle fields-into our small spaces
where we can practice harmonies in peace
Here we plant seeds and pray
to the gods of earth and seed,water and warmth
to save our tiny space for peace
is who we are and what we need
is earth to be released from conflicts
so we might all we seed and garden,peace and pleasure
sweet...
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