It happened once,
a Jew, a Muslim and a Christian
came together over
a beverage — no, this is not the beginning
of a joke looking for a punchline, and no,
the choice of beverage is not important,
let’s say it was coffee — as friends…
Conversation outlasts the heat
from the cups, smiles and companionship
overcome any differences — which never
A couple of friends join each: the talk
remains amiable, but there are polite debates,
both religious and philosophical.
The crowd grows, and becomes segregated,
each choosing to associate with their own,
glances are exchanged, disbelief at the
other’s ignorance is mumbled just loud
enough to be overheard.
When the numbers swell the groups
separate into different establishments,
refusing to drink what the others
are drinking, refusing to allow any
of the ‘others’ into their place.
Lines are drawn when the animosity
and populations are of sufficient size,
rocks and insults frequently being
At some point one, or another depending
on the century, decides they have
endured enough of rocks, or insults.
Puzzling, is it not, how a cup
of coffee can lead to war.