And nothing happens.

The men on the other side

Do not say a word.


On our side, people's

Shouts die down, and suddenly

It's as quiet as


A graveyard. Someone

In the crowd begins to cough.

Unsigned paper falls.


A tiny boy tugs

On his father's sleeve and whines

"Papa, I'm thirsty."


I watch as the boy

Is shushed and men start to turn.

"What is this?" A man


Asks the other side.

"Will you not make peace and live

Without this fighting?"


A man steps forward.

I can barely see his tall

Figure through gate holes.


"I'm afraid we don't

Trust you," he mutters, scowling.

On our side, whispers


Erupt among men.

One reaches for his pocket.

I close my eyes tight.

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