Something to Eat
(that poem is about one of the kids we met in Bosnia)

Every day he comes
He is missing a finger
His body is frail
His needs are meek
All he wants is
Something to eat
He asks for a meal
That even we do not like
But to him
It is a delight...


Peace

Hatred and Greed
Desperation
Death and Injury
Destruction
Who cares
All this
Just for peace