If we didn't live on opposite sides
from the east-west divide, we could be friends
we could have been lovers but your brother
ended the life of my younger cousin
divorce as metaphor was the spirit
informing our choices with whom to speak!
division into groups set us apart
not that anyone cares of heritage
today they fight over ethnicity
liberty becomes the freedom to smoke
indoors, outdoors, waiting for a skirmish
visions of history, so full of lies
every event twisted from agendas
on the eastern border, we kill our own
not while they sleep but as they try to flee
originally, we were all one tribe
partaking of dancing, songs, drinks and meals
particularly, the breaking of bread
obscenities never flew from our mouths
simply understanding the way things are
in this world of weapons and religions
tensions build with the heat, the dry season
ending always with rain cleansing the leaves
symbolically, once divided, we fall
into belief systems, mores, values
differences that made no difference
eventually, we will all die too soon
stress and anguish will kill us before war
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