|A Brick, one Dollar and a Sack of Cement|
One Brick, one Dollar and a Sack of Cement,
Oh God, how I wish I could bend
And accept all those who offend
Life we breathe mouth to mouth, joined hand in hand...
My Brick, your Dollar, and their Cement
Can build without a precedent
Dreams we nourish in every land:
Love and Peace, to pass from hand to hand...
Each Brick, each Dollar and our Cement,
Along generations of violent
People who fragment each fragment
In search of friendship and a helping hand...
Oh God, how I wish I could bent
Each Brick, each Dollar, each Sack of Cement
Wasted by the xenophobic affluent
Afraid of trusting a friend’s hand...
With Bricks, with Dollars and Sacks of Cement,
Friendship is born to compliment
Our need for love and permanent
Embrace... from continent to continent...
Oh God, let me hold your hand!
Editing: Ileana Matac Arco
©by Ray Arco 9/12/2010