You say this land belongs to you.
I say it belongs to us.
Do roses bloom in your garden ?
Only weeds grow in mine ?
You murmur: “My blood is on this sand”
Are there castles on my land?
The river flows from our eyes
Reddens with the sword of time.
Come, stretch your hand
I cannot understand
How you and I have become
Strangers in our land.
An incisive and pithy work.An affirmation of a Poet’s calling for their work to hold a mirror up to contemporary society and the human condition.
Thank you so much,Louis.
beautiful poem on how humanity has become estranged to itself
Thank you so much, Shashikala.