The Falafel Stand in No Man’s Land
Hey, my friends
On both |sides| of the wall
Put down your weapons for just enough time
to remove the dead collect the wounded
play some music and eat a little
on the playground of our commonalities
while we stop the bleeding
get the dead out of sight dance a little
and eat together in no man’s land
when we’re done not fighting
for just a little while
we can get back to the fun with our guns
and shoot at each other again
kill each others families and friends
addicted to retribution
and the food breaks in between
satisfying our human needs
together, as enemies
with the new rules of engagement
art with my missiles
tea with your air strikes
and music don’t forget
while we take a break from the fun
put down the gun for long enough
to remove the dead collect the wounded
eat a little smoke the hooka
on the playground of our human needs
together, as enemies
while we rest catch our breath
so we can kill each other again