Peace Keepers

clad in black berets and boots all camouflaged with heavy guns their armoured jeeps in Indian file like obedient dogs they march along faces pale from the burning sun peasants tender, weak and poor gaze helpless at the peacekeepers: what begets this act of war? give them a chance to make their bread lend them a voice to sing their song show them love, let them dream that’s how peacekeeping is done!