There is a war of great happiness,
Where the women cup their breasts with flags,
Say "make war, not love,"
And build bonfires on the beach
As a prayer.
There is also a war in the public square,
Where colored shrapnel fills the sky with smoke
And the townsfolk with awe. They too smile,
Thinking of how the war lives and grows,
And they move together as toward battle.
There's another war in the neighborhood, where
Through the night explosions bloom in each backyard.
The families in chairs are glad invisible armies
Fight for the just cause. The side they themselves will take
Can be decided again tomorrow.
