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