Poem Of The Week: The Kind Self

What if men and women alike,

Were content to sit and graze

Graze like cattle do

We could even play cattle games too

 Instead bombs and battle attend

We fight and we quarrel to the end

While the hole between us grows ever wide

Like parting seas or hidden valleys

 One day we will know

One day we will let love grow

And through that peaceful lens

We may yet find our kindest selves

 By: Jennifer Ladipo