I held out a flower to the lady soldier,
Aware that she saw me as her enemy.
It’s rubbish to think that our differences
Mean that we must always disagree.
But, man hasn’t always learned to love
Others unlike him, much to my chagrin.
Instead, they’ve let their differences
Bring the world nearly to a violent end.
She looked at the flower I offered her,
And I relaxed when I saw her grin.
I knew then she wasn’t still an adversary,
And that I had just gained a new friend.