"Across The Fault Line"
"Across The Fault Line" By: Brendan Cadman Across the jagged and broken fault line, on either side of a land torn in two. Factions of natives congregate to discuss, their narrow and like-minded points of view. Across the rough and uneven fault line, two tribes lived in lands of circumstance askew. For the left basked in the golden blaze of the sun, with the right illuminated by the pale rays of the moon. Across the ragged and tattered fault line, the same perpetual song was sung, in a slightly different tune. One tribe woke in rolling darkness, the other in beautiful and glistening sunlight, not knowing what it took to walk in the others shoe. Across the shattered and split fault line, the flowers of resentment began to blossom, fearing the lifestyle each side had chose. Rivers contaminated by poisonous venom, by the w ords of hate spread like a virus, it was fear and ignorance that allowed hate to grow. Across the smashed and cracked fault line