In the right they fight over boundaries,
In the left over love
In my country,
They fight over Gods,
Over some young people who ran away
To get married for love.
Love is a crime in places,
You have to pay for it
With your life.
In my own house,
Some fight over unmarried daughters
Some over why last night's food
Wasn't thrown away and left to rot.
Over misplaced badges of my father's
Ima says she saw it a few days ago.
Grandmother says you shouldn't laugh
On your own wedding,
It's unbecoming of a young woman
But her own daughter giggled
Throwing flowers over the groom's koiyet
I sometimes cry when I read poetry
Or read about Aung San Suu Kyi
News flash that Ratko Mladic is on trial at the Hague
He ordered the Srebrenica Massacre
It seems personal somehow
I lived in Bosnia during the aftermath.
I tremble a little with anger.