Two enemies stand side by side, broken.
Clothed in anger adorned with contempt.
They know no warmth, only an insatiable hunger
That sends shivers through their bones.
Their skin is rough,
Signs of kindness chiseled from their faces.
A higher power brought them together that day.
Each placed before the casket of their enemy's child.
Two deaths caused as a result of their hatred.
Grief filled the silent spaces in-between the violence.
That day forced them to remove their armor,
Their eyes overflowing with salty tears.
They would never be the same,
Nor could they see each other as different.