Thursday of Lent I - Division
Each of you, a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste up on
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet today I call you to my Riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Maya Angelou, On the Pulse of Morning, 1993