In this strange land where I have no place, I found a bench on a park: my solace, my spot, my whereabouts and my piece of green. Here nothing touches.
Friday 25 December 2015
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Sunday 13 December 2015
At Night
Armed Soldiers swarm the garden
Scorching everything in its path
Our home infested
Bodies crawling, wailing
Wretched hatchlings of a better time
A red tide covers the floor
The neighbours trembling
No more than cockroaches
Scrambled in crevices
Torn between salvation and succour
Nobody breathed for an eternity and a half
Infernal nights
Bedevilled the country
Only fear and despair
Hovering in the sky
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