IN
A MOMENT
The
rivers are running red
And
there is no sign of light
For
miles and miles
A
guard is keeping vigil
On
the thin red line
Making
sure no one crosses it
I
see my brother on the other side
And
my heart squirms
As
my breath aches
Half
of my foot is on this side
The
other half on
The
other side
A
barrel of a gun is kept on my temple
“Where
do you belong?”
Shouts
a voice
“With
my” I say
“With
your?”
It
asks
My
brother steps forward
His
foot now
In
alignment with mine
A
gun is kept on his temple
“Where
do you belong?”
Asks
the voice
He
is silent
A
barrel is now burrowed into his skin
As
blood begins to drip down
I
want my brother to speak
I
want him to say –
What
they want to hear
I
am asking you again –
“Where
do you belong?”
Asks
the same voice on his side
“I
belong to my brother,” I speak up
As
the barrel is shoved violently into
My
temple
“You
support your brother?
“And
not the?”
The
voice screams
The
same question is asked to my brother
He
still remains silent
Dead
as a stone
Two
bullets go off simultaneously
“For
my country,” I murmur as I fall
“Is
my brother,” says my brother as he falls
Our
eyes meet for the last time
There is silence
Forever
The
mud covering us as a shield
