Love?

Bashed and belittled,
Worn to the littlest thread of existance
Entered into a world of malnutrition,
Rape and excursion
Slitting skin, slicing movements
Starved, executed,
In this world you have found us.

You have tried it,
I see that in your eyes.
The blood on your hands flows
A razor blade sat beside you,
That was the one gift they bestowed upon you.
Isn't it remarkable?

You turn your blood-red eyes to me
Deep rose from such a bitter sadness.
I am the only one here who has not eaten enough
Not enough to live the next day
Isn't it excruitiating?

I feel your wet, warm hand placed upon mine
Blinking, my head stays turned to the side of the grey-stone wall
Now marked with red from the beaten body that lies beside us.
I feel you come closer.
"How do you do it?"

I understand the question.
How do I remain calm when there is so much torture
We are nearly flooded by blood of human beings.
I turn my head, finally, and look into your eyes.
"Forgive them." Is my simple reply.

"Forgive?!"
I am not surprised by the response.
To forgive the murderers of our innocence
The murderers of simplicity
It is unnimaginable.

"Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
Love them, for that is the only thing they do not understand."
I whisper to you as softly as a breeze.

Love, the one gift all human beings have been given,
But it is only used correctly by the wise.
Those among us truly willing to turn
A true enemy into a true friend.
This, my dear ones, is the hardest lesson to learn.