The world of the people by Hazel Tobo

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


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,

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.

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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