Poetic Child

Poetic Child

Every child is born as pure poetry. 

Unwritten, but complete. 

Untouched by Hiroshima,

unmasked by death.

Each child is a full-blooded poetry anarchist! 

disobedient to hate,

immune to fear, 

wild in wonder. 

A child knows no politics, 

only the sacred language of open hands and dreaming eyes. 

And when a soldier sees a sleeping child, 

something ancient in him breaks — 

and for one holy moment, 

he forgets the war. 

Like a flower kills the metal, 

 a child kills the war.