Of time, of age and other fleeting things
Of time, of age and other fleeting things
Do you never tire
of the slow motion of a constant stroke or of the tick-tock
of Olympian detachment?
On...
Colour of hope
Colour of hope
I looked over my shoulder one day
over a vast vivacious field filled with people just like me
on a day that the sun...
Numb-nimby
Numb-nimby
Not in my backyard,
yet.
leftover ruins shell by shell
impunious mounds pile by pile
deserted streets
as tribes decrease piece by piece
Izge weeps
first hit by camped scorn
Chibok mourns...