As a kid, noodles were not something we ate.
Some things we’d put up with, some things we’d hate.
Gradually we became more cosmopolitan, and how
we’ve adjusted, as everyone seems to eat noodles now.
Ethnic boundaries have become more traversed.
Peruvian music, Russian icons, and hamburgers of course
all have migrated, and transmuted. Each sacred cow
is accepted, like noodles, as the world’s common chow.
The internet and TV have placed at our door
access to images and cultures we’d not seen before.
We became richer for knowing, but poorer somehow
because we’ve not learned the basics, “share noodles now”.
My hope is we’re heading towards one common view
of humanity; just one single stew
mixed with the noodles of peace. Cause I vow
the whole world is needing them peace-noodles now.