Merlin enchanted the people
with the breath of a dragon
so that they forgot their struggle

and lived together without awareness
of suffered losses and sorrow
even without hatred towards the other

who had lived here from birth
or had only recently come
to settle here

Finally it was possible, finally
there was peace, thanks to
oblivion

Finally the giant seemed to be
buried, that brute full of envy
greed, and hatred

Who would want to rake up the past
now that it was quiet and
the wounds were almost healed?

Who would want to recall
memories that would soon
incite retaliation?