Am I the best candidate to throw
A boiled egg into the Nile?
I remember breaking
A gourd full of water,
In the face of thirst, in 1999.
I did not intend that, yet
I flinched from serrated leaves
Flying around my assembly.
The council commissioned
To hurricane away my joy
Built fortresses around me.
The times have not changed,
But my wings did.
Still, am I the best candidate
To oppress the edges of the belch
Of thunder?
Marial Awendit (21st century) South Sudan
Source: Kalahari Review
This is good work for the promotion of global poetry. You should go ahead to solidify your idea more by publishing an anthology of your these poems.
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