Flags Of Truce Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

In this city called Friends
I was thinking we have reached
A place of truth and understanding
Where the intersection of paths
Our clitched hands it can't part
Turning a blind eye, deaf ears,
To the voices of our differences
In tongue, age and experiences

But in this city called Friends
In a blink of an eye I realized
Where men are not baptized
In the confluence of rivers
Flowing from the same veins
Of an Adam and Eve, even that,
When darkness falls down
The feet of trust trembles
The mirage of the night
Laces fears into one's ribs cage
Now I can see your hands
Parting into a fist of defense
O' nature you played your part
Yet I begged my heart to hold
All the blames it yearn not to fold
But I plead the Maker
To rend this curtain apart
And let his eyes walk peacefully
Into the streets of my heart
To return with flags of truce