They Called Me Switzerland

Do you remember their cries?
The two kids
who called me friend
their anger
their feud
their fists.

I was to pick a side, they said
to join their tribe, they said
to back their kind, they said.

But I saw in both of them
the memories of friends
of times we made amends...
But now, the glowering stares of hate unwarranted
of words misread
of words unsaid
And I said, "may we just peace?"

But anger led.
They warred instead,
and called me Switzerland.