At the padlocked steel gate six kids converged
Two girls inside and outside four of even sexes
They were smiling kid’s smiles
Arms reaching out of the grille to either side
Their playful hands timidly touching
With their young ages from two to four
And the barriers of tongues and cultures
There’s not much conversations exchanged
But body language speaks of a budding friendship
That their elders’ words can’t articulate
The kids were enjoying time and having fun
Then from the apartment across the road
A mother’s concerned summon was heard
And the four little Muslims hesitantly departed
With four little Christian hands still outreached.
