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Boundary Lines by Tashmin Martin

[tabby title="Poem"] Boundary lines, boundary lines, made by human hands. Today I erase you from my life and I embrace God’s plan. No race, nor age, nor culture nor creed will define who I am! Boundary lines, boundary lines, today...

South Africa, The Risen Army by Tashmin Martin

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]Broken bones, broken ties! Scattered bones, scattered lives! Once in the chains of apartheid that enveloped the land. Dry, desolate and deserted! Unidentified bodies lay across the valley. Once an army, now a massacre. The...