Could we but reach back deep into time
And line each one up on the same timeline
To stand face to face to see one another
And recognize we are each like the other
Would the newest ones there even know
The reason behind the hate that they show?
How many of them would we have to ask
To find the events that started this spat?
How far back must we travel to find
A reason that hate extends down the line?
Something beyond my father hates his
Or simply this is how it was and it is.
What a grandfather’s grandfather once did
Now by time obscured and partially hid.
No longer do we remember the reason
For hate that grew stronger each season.
If we could ask them what would they say
Of the hate and violence born that day?
Would they say well done to the pain and strife
Or perhaps ask that we choose peace and life.
(C) Candace-Silver Dawn
