Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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They say I can’t reach out anymore, that my brother is now a foreigner.
They say I can’t call his land my own, for mine is this side of the border.
This chain-link fence that separates us now, divides more than the land.
It is a barrier cleaving a wedge in our love, in our lives and brotherhood.
How did we come to this? What happened? Why did we accept this?
There are so many questions now. Our opened, impassioned eyes;
Seek the answers that our gutless hearts did not ask in the divide.
Why? Why did we accept this fate? Why did we not stand united?
Alas! The skirmishes of our childhood have lost to the battles now.
Innocence had bled at the hands of hatred. Yes, it is now dead!
Today, on the grave of our freedom, we celebrate our independence
And for all posterity to come, all that shall remain will be this divide.
