Three decades ago when I was still studying we were all rounded up and taken on a march
Just another round up, just another march
But it wasn't
This march ended in deaths and an explosion
This march was the spark that started an eight year war
And now there is another explosion
In a country that can no longer keep count of its explosions
This one was different
The young boys all smile out of the photos
And in my own tribal homeland
When you have lived through two
And watched another two from afar
You get to recognise the warning signs
all is forgiven...
can we have....
three independent countries....
without another un"civil" war