I must be naive or stupidto think I can
end a war
with a few stories
and proverbs.
If only it was
that simple,
we'd send over to Iraq
story and proverb tellers,
instead of machine guns
and hand grenades.
Trying to touch the
forgiving side of someone
who has been so
trodden upon
is like
reaching into
a hot fire
to save a
glowing ember.
It seems so simple
even as one's hand is
warmed by
the friendly fire,
yet a moment later,
the pain of sizzling
fingers is unbearable.
