I Wish to …

 

I wish to call you Army Uncle,

But I am afraid remembering the past.

I wish to give you a kiss on your cheek,

But I run away and hide myself behind the curtain.

I wish to see the day when I can call you my Army Uncle and kiss you on your cheek.

 

I wish to sit on your lap and talk to you,

But when I see the uniform, I pee on myself.

I wish to share my chocolate with you,

But you did not listen to and cared for my needs.

I wish to see the day when I can sit on your lap and share my chocolate.

 

I wish to hold your hand, walk and show my pets,

But you shot my pet dog behind the fence.

I wish to play hide and seek with you,

But you have destroyed my garden.

I wish to see the day when I can hold your hand and play.

 

I wish you would carry me on your shoulder,

But you carried only heavy weapons on your shoulder.

I wish to wear your boots and walk around,

But I still remember the man stamped to death by your boots.

I wish to see the day when you carry me on your shoulder and walk around.

 

I wish to invite you for a meal,

But you turn my house upside down.

I wish to show my photo album to you,

But you may ask many questions.

I wish to see the day when I can invite you for a meal and show my album.

 

I wish to offer you a gift,

But you never trusted me.

I wish to ask you how your family is,

But when you shot us random, I cursed your family.

I wish to see the day you trust me and ask you of your family.

 

I wish to take you on a tour around our village,

But you might fire into the air and make us lie on the ground

I wish to give you a ride,

But my friend was beaten because he rode his bike too fast.

I wish to see the day when I can give you a ride and show you my village.

 

I wish to sing a Tamil song to you,

But you destroyed my identity.

I wish to tell you about that fine Tamil artist I love,

But the best one we had, you burnt him naked on the street.

I wish to see the day when my identity and dignity are given back to me.

 

I wish to know your experiences,

But you have killed my childhood.

I wish to tell you of my experience,

But, will you ever understand me?

I wish to see the day when I can tell you how I felt and ask you how you felt about all what you and I went through.

 

I wish to call you army uncle,

But I am a Tamil.

I wish to call you Army uncle

Will you love me and be my uncle?

 

– Maureen Ernest

 

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