It was lost before it started,
as the sun rose over the horizon
and the cloud of the dust of centuries
of believing that this is right and that
is so very, very wrong.
No-one saw the stain in the beginning
but stood and broadcast their right, to
murder, malign, maim over a message
that you, my friend, my neighbour I hate.
Years roll past and the violence and vehemence
gather strength to make walls and wounds that
fester making all the yesterdays crucified to
a cause that has no foundation, but falsehood.
History repeats and murders by memory,
while children whisper learned hatred,
and bully the difference in themselves
and others, making life a deliberate
nightmare of separatists and strident
speaking of truth – that is no truth at all.
Our roots are bound to others, but brokenly
we refuse to build our lives to root in goodness,
reconciliation and tolerance, still we
suffer in large numbers and reject
the words of the murdered one, for saying
Love your neighbour as your selves.