When we were littleIt was differentHand in handFreely we ranWe laughed at the voices We didn't talk aboutThe great riftTwo worlds but oneWe lived, we lovedWe defied the voices I don't remember whenBut it changedWe fought but in vainHer people, My peopleThe voices screamed Torn between love and fearTorn by our differencesShe lost so muchI lost too muchThe voices claimed victory We are older nowWith children of our ownWe whisper to themHate different, hate herWe are the voices - Rtr. Batya Peter
The War on Love
