The walking skeletons of Yemen
are small change in a war led
by comfortable men in traditional dress
reading maps, and discussing strategies
in distant cities.
They don’t pause to wonder what God thinks,
whether He is pleased, or takes no notice,
or if He holds grieving mothers
against them. No war lasts forever.
Why don’t they negotiate a truce to-day
and refer the dispute away
to impartial arbiters in another country,
and to their decision, agree?
Then, also, God will agree,
and give the earth to the meek.