Bruise and Truce

I have seen the blabber and the recluse together

Something that baffles me truly

Even the drunk and the temperate dine together

As they argue, chortle and chat in harmony

I saw Musa and Moses hugging each other

Even though their fanatism differs

I saw a man and his wife that hated each other

Kissing and screaming “winners!”

On the playground, I saw dislocations, scars and bruises

But the kids still go back to field the next day

I beheld flights and cruises

To far places for the D-day

Children flogged severally; fathers reproved by wives

Youths losing or winning money to bets and gambles

Ambitious and skillful players strive to thrive

Yet, they heed to the game amidst all shambles

Beyond treasures, wealth and strife that bites

Against all odds and amidst all burdens the earth covers

The world unites

For a small, soft-hard, rounded leather!