You; I ; We Can Still Do…

You; I ; We Can Still Do…

How do I tell it hurts…
How do I tell my story,
     when it is repeating on the other side of the world?
How do I make him, the so-called powerful, understand that it’s not greatness but gradual killing?

How do I tell him that ‘We’ are the world
and not ‘the enemy’?
How do I maintain the merits of a peace activist when I can only cry
before I fall asleep,
    when I wake up,
         hear the virtual
                           tears of the babies
                                  born like his own,
                                            crying for help
                                                while he can only                                                           make them                                                            suffer even more…

How do I keep polite,
How do I keep decent thinking,
How do I keep loving,

How do I fight against hate when love was voted against?
Do I give up on thinking for a minute,
a month, year or a century…
Will it give joy?
Do I go or stay?
        Do I love
               Do I ?
                   Do you?
                        Do they?
                             Do we?

Maybe ‘we’ do and ‘they’ don’t,
Can we still then?
Yes, I , you, we can still LOVE.
Because, in the end,
Peace is What You Give,
Not What You Want Other
To Give To You.
         Give Peace,
                    Give Love,
                           Give Life…
©2017Hyppolite Ntigurirwa