poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
There is a genocide going onIn another land, a little East to usThere is a massacre occurringMy people are being hunted downMurdered, like animalsAnd yet noone is talking about itI find myself awake at night,Disturbed at the sight of this ongoing painThis ongoing onslaught of what are people,And we call ourselves human?Left in land that […]