Some day, you will meet your home–

There’s a sound I will always remember. The sound of a body bag and a mortuary crane. Oh, how the yellow zips clipped and crackled my chest, Closing off things i never thought were open– Like the memories of you that I always cherish, Like the sound of your voice when laughter bursts of your…Read more »

Cry, my beloved country (a poem)

Cry, my beloved country For your children have forsaken you. They have placed themselves above freedom Turned their children to serpents, Cry, my beloved country, For your children weep with you, too.   Cry, my beloved country– For your children no longer have a home, For men have placed duty of themselves before you, For…Read more »