YOU WILL NEVER EVER BE FORGIVEN

Long, long ago, as will be narrated by the storyteller:
In this beautiful land of ours,
There were no curtains that divided us.
Children of every tribe attended the same school,
Sat in the same class, and were taught the same syllabus.

After school, hand-in-hand, they walked on the same streets,
And hung out in the same restaurants,
Ate from the same plate without any feeling of unease.
They shared the same bill equally as they shared sweet memories.

However, one odd evening, a war broke out,
That took away all their beautiful smiles overnight.
They called each other enemies against their will and conscience,
Their love for one another faded away each day.

Who amongst us took away those childhood bliss of our children?
Who amongst us took away their innocence?
We will surely be judged by our children, their children,
And their children's children, not on good terms.

Of course, as the father got the larger portion of blame
For their family's misfortunes and misconduct,
The head of this beautiful land will be blamed for everything.
For not taking care of his children equally,
In taking sides when a fight broke out between them,
Which he could have easily solved in a day with utmost care and love.

He will be judged by our future generations.
Surely his own children will despise him, and will be trampled upon,
When they witness their own brothers and sisters,
Parted ways in a far-away land to never return again.
This story will be told for a hundred years to come,
And he will never ever be forgiven by many generations to come.