[tabby title="Poem"] I speak—not from a podium or palace,But from the soil, soaked in blood and silence.From beneath the green womb of the Congo,Where my bones lie broken—but not my spirit. You—who call yourselves the civilised,The democratic, the free—What freedom...

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[tabby title="Poem"] How does time move(swells stretches stationary inflatesddrrrrraaaaaaaaagggggs out -drinkseverydropuntilitrelinquishes itself to the next minute)to the boy who watches the snailawaiting the arrival of the fatherwho will bring him to play catch? He measures it in slimeAs he can't...

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[tabby title="Poem"] The sky wascloakedin gray.the cloudswere weeping.As I walked today,tears began tofall on me—and they mademe fertile.I saw golden leaveslying crushed,flattenedby footstepsthat never paused.Nature oftenheld me,gently even whenshe grieves,And I wondered—If God had told usThat fallen thingswere sacred,Would wehave...