My hands are on the table and my life is in front of you
In the silence we both know where hope is taking us
Let us be quick but not deadly in our beliefs
Let us bury our weapons where we can never again find them
Surely secure are the places and the memories of those we still know
Like prayers being prayed we want to know
Those that shall not be buried where we can find them
Across this table you and I are holding something special
We have arrived at a gate that wants to open for us
Where was a munitions factory there is now a pasture
Our children’s children are running out to greet us
For the good work we did in the past
Here we are for them holding hands across the table
Life as it is there’s not an atom
In any extremity wants to dive into a grave for cover

Ronald Rae