THESE TWO CLASPED HANDS

Two ethnicity are at war,
Battle for power and ownership,
A division is what one calls for,
One the other happily welcomes,
The whole cake they all eat from
Isn’t enough to be shared equally,
Deaths now have a name to wear,
Threats now have a face to bear,
Another tribe is stuck in between,
Wanting unity but scared to speak.
Who will pass on the message of the gods?
That unity is what make sticks, a broom,
And peace isn’t found when we go apiece,
Before we knew how mother tongue sounded,
We were created with hearts to show love.

Wildkhard [TA]