We warily stand outside our trenches
afraid of coming across
watching through the telescope
beyond a concrete wall of prejudice.
Each on one's own side
we stare into the palpitating daylight
into the contrasts of red and green
we list through the documents of hatred
and between the fingers of one hand
dream a blue piece of sky.
Pesem sem najprej napisala v slovenščini, potem se mi je zazdelo, da je tema lahko tudi mednarodna, zato angleški prevod.
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