Weep, O ye innocents who enter here. This is a
tale of unrequited humanity, in the compassion of
those with empathy befriending a hostile neighbour.
This is a dismal story of neighbours confronting
one another, one forced to defend its ancient heritage
the other dedicated to a rage of victimhood contesting
that heritage. On border villages of the reborn nation
that was wealthy and enlightened lived those whose
empathy for the others living backward lives of
tyrannical penury whose leaders focused on conflict.
The closed border was no obstacle to inviting those
lacking opportunity to enter for day labour and
to work on border farming communities and thus
was trust gained. Until the fateful day when those
same familiar workers followed the hostile regime's
violent incursion into the border communities in
a shock assault to pillage and destroy, rape and
slaughter, wreaking unspeakable carnage in a rage
of sadistic psychopathy dispelling the mirage of
two solitudes ever meeting in reconciled peace.
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