Words from today to stir a new tomorrow from yesterday
“They” sounds like a strange name for anybody.
I hear “They” colonised African countries ,
Then “They” took all the resources,
Then “They” kept Africa under 1 dollar.
“They” have power. …
Is made of strangers, living next to strangers.
Not with them.
Indifference is king, and the king is in…
This is a poem by Meuna who is 7 years old on his mother’s birthday: enjoy.
So my leg lunged forward, and you slowly matched that step,
Smiling, clinging onto my hand trembling no more.
I wasn’t going to let you go.
I would succeed.
I had done this before
And off it went, off its chain, past dad and mum,
No Flipboard article or Facebook stream could
Deter it from its goal. For you see, it couldn’t hear
the baby’s cry from dad’s and mum’s absence: the grumbling of its stomach…
Yesterday, it all seemed clear: backpack stuffed,
Maps marked and ready, dreams clear and steady
Like a tight line stunt.
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