Now they are friends
They used to bomb and burn our homes
Used to mock us to no end
We have been designated for the title of bigger man
To leave and let the past transgressions lie
to be akwardly polite as old offenders pass by
No knife tucked under hungering for fingers to wrap
and present for a chance at miraculous rectification
just bow your head
shrapnel still in the wall
old leaflets half stomped into the mud
still readable denigrating your people
Fire took the clumps of suburbs
instead water they sprayed more bullets
No real exit as they culled us off
Like a common pest
Like the nazi did the jew
the hutu to the tutsi
death by popular demand
we just bow our heads
praying not to be slaughtered
yet the hour has passed and now we are few
vengence occupies the space
where the heart was
The killers have denied their part
photographed themselves in handshake clasp
local blogs and rags show peace has been brokered
At the cost of people who once lived
a famous politician with support from abroad
sets it all up to repeat
As you bow your head
go about your business
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