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.