A Chair At My Table
Before you kill me,
can you come to my home?
I will prepare a meal for you.
You can play with my children.
Together we can dance to music,
laugh at each other’s jokes.
I will tell you stories of my youth.
I would be pleased,
if you share your own stories.
Let us look at old photographs.
There we will witness the smiles of our ancestors.
Are we not the realization of their dreams?
After dinner,
we could sit together on my veranda.
My lovely wife can serve us dessert.
It would be her very best dessert,
after all you would be our honoured guest.
If by some magic we avoid other mens arguments,
we might end up as friends.
After-all does not the night sky belongs to both of us?
If we could give each other one lasting gift
I pray that it would be peace.
We were not born to be each other’s enemies.
Spending time with you
would show me
all the ways that we are the same.
Please before you kill me,
come join me for dinner.
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