Diplomacy
There will always be wars
and talks of wars
in villages and in the mist.
Men
perpetually hunger for a land of milk and honey.
Empty,
they fill themselves with hatred.
But
we can not be bothered with that for now.
Supper is done.
Come--
sit at the table and eat.
There will be no wars today.
Copyright © Carol Bowen-Davis | Year Posted 2013
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