Whipping sticks drew patterns on my back Fire and petrol consumed my flesh Spears and machetes gushed my blood The officer on duty kept his distance The bulletin-man wanted my photo As a mob ganged up on me My brother...

Traumatized and persecuted I am Betrayed and infuriated I feel The lesion on my side Will forever be a souvenir My brother’ spear sank The vista of my flaming brother Will forever stay to haunt me? Everyday I anticipate death...

You read the newspapers; Horror at what is happening; Disbelief and shame. I prefer not to look; Block my ears To shut out your words. You say there are people Laughing and eating While others are burning. I think it...

to those I call my own and i own to those who give me corn when in tears i mourn to those in the fatherland whose father has grown so old yet so cold when everything started to fold he...

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