Poet: Jurgen Namupira
Then we sought peace, but we were shredded like gouda all into pieces, spread across the landscape to be devoured mercilessly.
We are victims of a kind heart, forgiving the unforgivable Unfortunate for being tolerant, Risking it all for love yet, we lost everything still.
Who will heal our land, when we sleep to never wake? Bound forever to our back, facing the sky, our eyes closed, counting stars.
Will our legacy survive? Living beyond our last breath, The aspiration of inspiration Selfless deeds from the field, or it’ll follow us six feet deep.
We have fought the good fight, Now we take the next exit. They say when we die we live forevermore, Maybe it’s such a good thing.
Who has ever been ready for death?
- PICTURE POETRY: The Elephant’s Path
- Poem: The Unsung poet
- Title: Requited Affections
- Poem: Angels of the get-through
- Short Story: And Yet I Am Alive
