Found this written in one of my diaries today and reconnected for a moment with my 20 something life. This was written after listening to a radio broadcast on the Truth and Reconciliation process in South Africa.
Lives torn apart by mortar
I sit in my room, safe with my cat
and listen to academia dither.
While the anguish of the victims
seeps through the airways
demanding retribution thither.
Should the multitude of if’s and but’s
win the day?
or will the passionate pleas
sway over the middle way
transferring each persons cup of pain
from one to another.
Where does the horror begin
and will the sorrow ever end.
There is the dawning of a new beginning
I want to store it in my womb
safe from destruction, away from the ruin.