I think these days have proven
that forgiveness is not a thing taken lightly,
and the past is not forgotten.
Yes these times have proved it again and again;
just in case we forgot
it paints the picture on the television,
says those words on the radio,
prints the blood on the newspapers
and once again we know
that we will never be rid of this.
This hurt, this pain,
all this toil and no gain,
this desperate struggle to have the voices of our ancestors be heard in the shouts of rage.
How do you account for the sins of the past?
Can a people live a life in happiness
when their past is always reminding them
that this is new,
this joy is a foundling
in a forest of grown trees,
when really it should be just as tall and towering?
It is not a thing forgiven easy,
and it has not been forgotten.
And until then we cannot be free,
and I'm not sure we will ever be.
SK
