Politics is a river that divides the villages.
Put down your guns and still your radios.
There is no need for handcuffs,
for warnings, for an ambush.
We are not one of you.
We are not one of them.
We just want to get across and get back our ball.
The literal translation of this poem was made by Hamid Kabir
The final translated version of the poem is by Nick Laird
© Poetry Translation Centre 2004-2014