There will be a time
when we can eat together
When we will build homes
out of abandoned tanks
Peace is a rusted recoil
We will sip from the cups
made of old grenades
And shades of green
are only worn by nature
There will be a time
when the fences
choose to sit with us
Instead of standing
between us
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