Written on the Train


"A Legacy of Distrust"

Finding it hard to remember what year it is,
16 years later, two wars later, a legacy of distrust remains,
We can't seem to let it go (why should we?).

Neighbors hide from one another, turn away at the first sign of a raised voice.
Friends still forced to be your devil: beaten, cursed behind closed doors, subjected to fears of the Other.

Nothing changes when it's always "someone else's problem."


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