THIS WEEK: A POEM

Friends,

This week: a poem:

Life without War

for Ursa Kanjir

 

I’ve lived my life without war, or pestilences, without

any real interference to the flow from birth to death.

 

How many people can say that?

Can Ursa, my young friend, say that?

 

She’s from Slovenia, right next door to Croatia,

Bosnia-Herzegovina, one war after another,

for land, for power, for nothing.

 

Yet the lives of ordinary people, like Ursa’s,

are interrupted, changed, up-ended, destroyed.

 

And for what?

 

Back to essays next week.

Sincerely, David