My home is not known
for displays of emotion
for great shows of sadness
or, especially, of joy.

But twice in my life,
my people danced in the streets
and let the world see their joy.

Once, in November,
when we accomplished the impossible
and overcame
for one day
our barbaric past.

And once, in May,
less than three years later,
when we fell to the inevitable
and taught ourselves
that we still kill

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