BABIES DONíT HAVE NATIONS

Babies donít have nations
I felt this for the first time far from my homeland
Babies donít have nations
The way they hold their heads is the same
They gaze with the same curiosity in their eyes
When they cry, the tone of their voices is the same

Babies are the blossoms of humankind
Of roses the most pure, most the buds of roses
Some are fair fragments of light
Some are dusky-dark grapes

Fathers, do not let them slip your minds
Mothers, protect your babies
Silence them, silence them, donít let them speak
Who would talk of war and destruction

Let us leave them to grow up with passion
May they sprout and burgeon like saplings
They are not yours, nor mine, nor anybodyís
They belong to the whole world
They are the apple of all humanityís eye

I felt this for the first time far from my homeland
Babies donít have nations
Babies are the blossoms of humankind
And our futureís one and only hope