we easily
forget
with one glass
of coconut wine
we have
easily forgotten
what his father
did to all of us
your uncle was
killed in broad
daylight
his body thrown
into the murky river
and was gone
your mother was
robbed
and she roams the
street
screaming
like a mad woman
your brother was
taken
and has since been
not found
listed as another
victim
how easily do
we forget
what he did to us
what cruelty was
there
now his son is
here
smiling
offering a glass of
wine
seeking reconciliation
and we drink with
him
as another found
friend
how easily do we
forget
he was with his father
when your sister
was raped
the houses of our
relatives were burned
by the bodyguards
of his father
how easily do we
forget
how shallow
how small are our brains
how twisted
are our visions
with just a glass of
wine
how easy is it for us
to believe
that things are better now
that our enemies have
changed
and that we ought to
forget and then
move on with our lives....
how twisted!
how shallow!
how poor!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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