In my country, we all knew who the enemy was, who were the bad, dangerous guys,
The ones who were at fault
who had no reason.
We knew we were right
We had the right and privilege to be here To cultivate the land
to educate the young.
About how great we were, How awful they were
Then,
I immigrated to another country that was not part of the fight
My new friends told me how vicious my people were, how terrible the conditions of my enemy were, and how our cruelty fueled their hate.
I sighed in despair.
