One day we shall return

 

We crossed the river

with our hands in the air

our belongings safely secured

bundled up and fastened

with the fabric of hope

we would not let it die

 

with our hands in the air

we felt inches taller

as the water levels rose

anchored on hope

we would not let it die

 

creatures and stones

beneath our feet

we trudged and trod and bled

travailing against the current

not that we were brave

 

with our hands in the air

up where God resides

yet we tumbled one by one

and as the numbers fell

so did the strength of man

but hope did not die

with or hands in the air

 

don’t shoot don’t shoot

we had cried as we scattered

our feet carrying weary bodies

frightened and confused

with our hands in the air

 

leaving family and friends

gunshots smoke and blood

the smell of death and wailing

striking an instant bond

crossing this river

with our hands in the air

 

and we made it ashore

just some of us

 

shaking his head

mumbling to himself

crouched on his tattered mat

he lifts his hands in the air

 

seasons have come and gone

he’s old and frail and grey

but to him it was yesterday

he says he crossed alone

with his hands in the air

holding onto hope

the fabric securing all that he owns

 

with his hands in the air

he keeps our hope alive

one day we shall return

our arms outstretched for peace

 

(c) Alexandra Kukunda 2015

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