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There is a Ribbon segment,
I dream of giving birth
to a child who will ask,
Mother, what was war?
I have seen people stop
to stand in silence
as that length of Ribbon graced a column in a cathedral,
as that length of Ribbon graced a platform
in front of the Pentagon one day in August.
I thought later,
what would a mother say to that child's question?
What was war, Mother?
Because a long time ago she believed she could
War was when people fought each other.
What was 'fought'?
When they hurt one another.
Killed each other.
Killed each other?
Was it mean, bad people who fought,
No, mostly it was kind, young, healthy men
Until what, Mother?
Until some people invented weapons.
Things to hurt, to kill each other;
until they learned how to kill everybody
all at once, except...
Except the ones that died later of the disease.
The flowers, too?
And Daddies and brothers and sisters and cousins
I feel very sad.
So do I, but it was a long, long time ago.
I still feel sad.
So do I.
Sing me the lullaby.
I will sing the lullaby.
We are called, we are chosen to spread the
We are chosen, we are called to bring the Peace.
(to measures from J. S. Bach's
"Sheep May Safely Graze")
- Denver, 1985