Tomorrow, the war will end
and the bombs will stop falling.
They will send
young men and young women
back home to their families
in big cities
and farm towns
where they’ll melt rifles down
to make pickaxes
which they’ll use to till the land
and plant olive trees
and they’ll volunteer
in their spare time
to help the refugees
of their war
settle in
and pick up the pieces
of their shattered lives
and husbands and wives
will become fathers and mothers
and teach daughters and sons
that the only enemy
is war itself
and no one ever wins.
Tomorrow, the war will end
and a new day will begin.