Who could have known
that this was the year of reckoning?
That its blank pages would fill
with the battle of death and courage?
That the voices of all our ancestors
would start to paint the picture
in part
while the blood of the oppressed
would complete the whole
Picture that demanded an explanation?

Forgiveness waits with an air of patience
Waiting for the incessant wailing of
our blood to fade
As history is revisited
and tales of woe are re-read
Who could have known
that this was the year when
our love for each other
would truly be tested?

© Vivian Zems

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