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The world of the people by Hazel Tobo

Hazel Tobo | October 24th, 2017 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

S
Suddenly the light breaks into dust;
Suns have come to clear the space of all societal infections and blindness,
Shrugging shoulders shimmer in the distance,
Singing, the Suns look over the tall buildings and breathe,

I
Inhaling, the warmth is a new insomniac,
In the center of the room intersections conspire to pave a new path,
Interpreted, incarnations interest injustices
In a devilish white noise, the Suns are intoxicants.

X
Xenophily infects the rivers and another sand castle dies,
Xenial, accustomed to the breathing cultures of the soil,
Xiexie, xiexie to a new day, breathe anew your world of the soil!

Poet Bio

Hazel is an author of My Broken Azania, a poetry anthology that speaks to the tears and pains of the African continent, she is also the author of an autobiographical novella published through Poetree publications titled Psych Ward Blues, a story of struggle through depression.

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