A poem I wrote for the millions who perished in the #genocide in #Rwanda, for the #children who now cry in #Darfur
--
sung upon distant shore
of THE mother land
of man:
echos
(once sang!)
dandelion wishes that danced
across the lips
of barefeet in green spring
song ;
now- adrift in
a wishless sky: where
they rest in
the machete boneyard
of apathy
like pilesandpilesandpilesoflaundry;
stepped over
--nameless ?
skeletons dusted in
lime!
(flesh
a memory)
written on the pages of
blade serated
skulls
-Displayed !-
on cheap planks of wood -
piercing shards of truth:

UN
willing-
hands
stood- idle
ears )
deaf
eyes : -closed

Tyger : the fathers of
never again!
your
dandelion death
now blows into
the northern sky of sand.....

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