Wood upon wood,
I build the wall a door.
The wall that stood tall between foe,
And now stands,
As proof that held hands
Can come without gloves
And wounds.

Cheek upon cheek,
I spread the water leaked
Of eyes once grown sore and red,
To water the bountiful garden,
That community gathered,
To sow and spread
In unsalted field.

We may still have foe.
There are those
Who comb the horse’s mane,
And those who steal the tail.

But upon your knock at our door,
We don’t paint the mask of your past
Across your face.
We embrace tomorrow’s peace.

Why do we fight
Over cocoa and ivory?
Our birth is not a contract
To pick a side.
Yet we still ***** a divide.

Light upon dark.
As mountains crumble,
As mountains grow,
We can change as friends, from foe.