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There were always two sides. Always someone taking What we felt was ours, Holding us back. It was always our side Beating against the rock of empire. We had to be content To shelter in coves, Narrow inlets hidden by cliffs, Places of small comfort, While the others held power Over beach and bay. When looking back must we Side with one or the other? Could we not say that History just happened and Close the book which divides. We could forget decisions Which were made, say it was fate. And free ourselves from A burden in the mind. |
