Two people divided over something so long.
All because one person was wrong.
The cruel one hurt and starved the other,
so now both sides have hated each other.
The cruel one tried to take her God.
And took her people from her sod.
But of all the things the cruel one stole,
he made her island not a whole.
She is fighting to just be one.
Soon her fight so closely won.
Her fight is made and quietly done.
The cruel one has no time to run.
All over the world people can see.
One person fighting for what she believes.
And the cruel one fights solely for greed.
But maybe one day the cruel will leave.
Copyright ©2001 Joseph Michael Egan
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