An Acknowledgement of Truth

Do not complicate, it is a simple
Concept of a cup.

At the pits or climbing, but rarely climbed and conquered.
You yearn for sight.
Unless you are that water droplet,
You never reach the summit.
You can crawl upwards and feel the resemblance
But you can never be.
You may hear their bawling or taste their angst
But you may not deny the replay;
The reproduction, the mise en scene, the cinematography.
Of the actual.

You sneak behind, standing at the
Angle so you see through their glasses.
You forget and indulge in role play.
You may flaunt your learned knowledge of wine reservoirs
But even at that angle, through those glasses
It remains unfathomable.
You dip your toes in the water and smell their chlorine
You may almost be a Godiva for one or two
But you are not the water droplet.

I cannot comprehend Wealth in your mansion
With a pool.
The Hutu and the Tutsi cannot interpret Peace in my land
With a government.