Where Do We Belong?

What makes us belong
to where we are from?
Is it land, water, soil
from which we are formed?

What history ties us
to country, kin,
nation, land?

Are we bound to stay
confined within
the fences we have placed
across mountains,
and valleys watered
by living blood and tears?

Will we stay our hands
when anger strikes?
Or will we beat the
war drums in
cacophony and chaos,
torture, pain?

Will we use the words
of dictionaried discourse
wound around double-forked
tongues?

Or can we learn to speak
and hear what the other says?

When will we learn
that all is ours,
and not yours or mine?

© Copyright Eleanor Clark
27 January, 2013