Wild Contrasts Poem by Agatha Eliza

There are 'wars' that carved their way
from history books...part of our legacy
we water the soil with the same blood
with the same tears as our ancestors did...
we follow the same patterns
we still share their ancient beliefs
us, we...
those late bloomers of a slaughtered revolution
chained and jailed, divided by ideologies
swayed by the fickleness of the crowd
deceived by whatever is 'right' or 'wrong'
'left' or 'right', and black, red or green
revolving around the same old curse
that kept us divided for so long..
But we are all made of the same flesh,
and the blood that animates us
was the same that poured through their veins
along with the anger, desire to be free
and to build anew with some contorsioned
tools, ancient tools..unfit for a new world.
us, we...