Separated from you by a border,
I wonder if you feel what I feel.
I wonder if you cringe at the words
‘War’, ‘Attack’, being thrown around lightly
Like they mean nothing.
As the world around us burns to the ground,
You only know what your people tell you,
And I only know what mine tell me.
My people, your people.
Does that even matter anymore?
We’re all just human beings,
Caught in the crossfire of hate.
Being fed big, bold headlines,
With a coffee on the side,
Tainted with cynicism.
When do we stop,
Paying for the crimes we didn’t commit,
Suffering for the sins that weren’t our own?
Ignorance is bliss, they say.
Ignorance, that you’re just like me,
Dazed and confused,
Wondering what the world is coming to.
I don’t know you, but I wish I did.
I wish I did so that I could understand,
What it is like, on the other side,
Of this divide, created and guarded by us.
I wish I could reach across the words,
Twisted and turned, the truth lost in there somewhere,
Molded into a new reality.
The reality which has divided us in two,
Which stops us from joining hands,
Against the beast that terrorizes us both.
As I sit writing this, in the comfort of my house,
And you read this in the safety of yours,
I wish we could see the people stuck in the middle,
Under siege, terrified for what lies in their fate.
The little kids count days, till they can go back to school,
Till they can run outside the house, and play,
Because that’s what kids are supposed to do.
Instead, they cower in their house,
Waiting for another day to pass them by.
I wish I knew them, so that I could understand,
The pain of losing someone I grew up with,
The horror of people around me being blown to bits,
And the blind faith, with which I would close my eyes
Unsure if I would ever wake up.
I wonder if you feel the same,
Loathe the mess that we’ve created,
Struggling to clean it up.
Separated from you by a border,
I wonder if you feel what I feel.
If you look at people as people,
And wonder if everyone does the same.