All the answers are in your eyes,
Yet I question you silently
And wonder, when one of your kin
Kills one of mine in a distant dusty town
A thousand unknown miles away
Is there something left to say?
“History repeats itself”, my elders say
“You’d be blind not to see the signs today”.
For when tomorrow comes advancing
You will remember, only too bitterly
How two little boys were betrayed
And then strangled to death between bricks
Innocent victims of a treacherously deceitful play
And as I look at our bonds of clay
I wonder, whose folly? And who will pay?
(In memory of Jaspal Singh beheaded by the Taliban in Peshawar in Feb, 2010.)
© Jaspreet Mann
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