It was just a grubby yellow plastic football
the youngsters found.
Left unwanted in a dried up river bed
near burnt out cars.
In the once thriving peaceful desert town
the war had brought down!
A group of six friends with a lot in common
each orphaned by the fighting.
Known nothing but war since their birth
had found away to be friends.
Needing an outlet they all could share
learning how to care.
When one boy spotted the yellow football
a new hope emerged!
Their chance to have fun and be focused
to give them a purpose.
An incredible joy as they started to play
none could take it away.
Missing from amongst them that tribal mistrust
teenagers had found a spark.
From different backgrounds wanting to mix
defying the old traditions!
Not to fear without hate to kill or mutilate
but make earth a joined state!
Watching them play with that football
should be man’s wake up call!
United we stand alone we fall!
The Foureyed Poet.