You know that one thing that rents your mind space like a blink, The tornado of meaning as predicted by feelings and yards of ink
Thanks to @CrisisHuman for pointing out that “refugee” is just a bad way to disguise human beings displaced from their homes due to other human
The fish wiggle in the noise of tweeting birds blocked out by the polluted water Trickling away in a little creek, under the bridge of
#FarhadAkale shot to death, gone too soon. till we meet again!
Once I woke in a Bafoussam street which owned my brother’s flat, Cold dusty straight path, with potholes, and the noise of city Bustle, horning
I loved deep but saying “I love you” was an Isaac sacrifice, …till the well ran dry