Father

January 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

There are dichotomies at work here,
our land is not ours.

Do you feel this invasion, as I?

I remain unsure if I am of those who invade
or the invaded.

In myself, a reconciliation of language
begins with forgiveness.

It is our hill after all, which bears a cross.

 

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