“We’re more alike than not”
From the pen and perspective of Carol Wood/ Platoon Nana:
in every language lullabies
are hushed and sweet
cause every mother everywhere
knows how to lull her babe to sleep
and every father wants the same
for every boy and girl
the gift of love, a chance to soar
in a safe and peaceful world
we all weep when loved ones die
we smile when babes are born
we celebrate the gift of life
and morn it when it’s gone
we sing we dance, we laugh, we love
like tomorrow never comes
we toil, we play, we leave a mark
then one day our spirit tells us our work on earth is done
the blood we share runs red
we’re not so very different
when all is done and said
we teach our precious children
the very lessons we’ve been taught
when the sun goes down and the moon comes up
we’re more alike than not
victory’s sweet, defeat is hell
in every language we speak
the spoils of war remain scorched ground
the earth’s inherited by the meek
I won’t spill your children’s blood
I pray you won’t spill mine
our differences are better solved
with compromise and time
what good is another piece of land
that’s soaked with tears and blood
it’s no longer sacred ground
it’s just a soggy patch of mud
