MY NAME IS AFRICA


The older generation shares timeless tales under the old tree Their faces evokes the hopelessness and suffering of their past This place is familiar to both the old and the young generation From here to the future lies the unmerciful illusion river Haiku Matti The fear of being drowned by an un-existing river puts a freaking limit He has …

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MARIA BEETHOVEN


Muted to the core; her pain Shredded Hiroshima Bleeding on the inside No one knows No one sees Zipped lips Contained tears Fake smiles Heavy hearts A city of sorrow No one knows No one sees Arrested hope Frozen dreams The grass withers The flower fades Time ticks on her Who will save the day …

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