Nowadays
Whatever you do
Someone will be offended
Something will be violated.
The war will be affronted,
If a dove nests in a tank caterpillar track
Or a spider weaves webs round the barrel of a long range artillery.
The war will be affronted,
If a tulip flutters in the breeze near a booby trap
Or a walnut tree’s root entangles a planted landmine.
The war will be affronted,
If a rose bursts into bloom just when the fire is commanded.
Yet always at the table of love
There is room for me
There is room for us
There is room for peace
So that eyes can speak with love
So that hearts can laugh in their native tongue
So that hands can express intimate feelings
A rainbow sweeping as earth on the table
No one is excluded
Everyone can love and be loved
Let anyone who is offended be offended
a.a.janvand