Goodbye Guinea, goodbye! - Raquel Ilombé

I went singing solo
a song of love and forgetfulness,
the footsteps
I left in the sand,
that the waves gradually erased.

The silent witness - Iosephus del Ton

The swift wings of centuries but brush against my sides:
Whole kingdoms lie ruined before me.

My Sanctuary - Mary Jae Stowers

Four frozen walls
Stood mighty still
Gazing upon me,

The Culture that Lies - Gabriel Ndende

#Say no to Tribalism

we see bombs now those bombs break our homes now we are homeless hoping to find homes in heaven

Lake Engolasters - Sícoris

Still and icy water...
The lake is beautiful and lovely,
a mountain placidity,

Heartbreak - Josep M. Llompart

As if they suddenly abolished
the summer fennel, the corner
that waves
so wildly covet;

Conscience and War - Antigua Sister

He didn’t go to war
He didn’t think he had any enemies
He felt he had brothers in far-off places
that he’d love to get to meet some day.

The Mother's Song - Jean M. Auel

Out of the darkness, the chaos of time,
the whirlwind gave birth to the Mother sublime.
She woke to Herself knowing life had great worth,
the dark empty void grieved the Great Mother Earth.

Summer Memory - Marie Under

The door ajar, I stood at point of day,
Tiptoe for you and with awakened eyes.
The sun's gold slipper trod the gravelled way,

The Will - Saghir Ouled Ahmed

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I was almost certain.
but now I’m of a cast-iron certainty that I’m going to die
a death of strange account
in the summer
or in the third half of August
to be precise