How about some bit of free write poetry to close the first Sunday of March down? You can always share your thoughts...
If they ask
Tell them we have gone past
The places where they served us, halfbaked love
And the right amount of silence
To make us believe
We belonged at the same table.
Tell them that we have beheld
The faces behind
These friendly masks and
Our gaze has fallen on the ugliness
Of those souls.
If they inquire
Tell them that we have since left home
And we now live on the crowded sides of the city
Under the sun
Where children play out in the streets
Past bedtime and sleep
To the beat of a hostile environment.
Tell them that we have long turned some
Strangers into our folk
As their acts towards us over time
Birthed our desire to share
Our scarce plates of food
With souls that
Have zero blood ties with us.
If they implore
Tell them that we chose peace
And a slow death
At the age when our bones can not move
To the rhythm of a city night
Over that feigned alliance.
If they ask
Tell them we are the future
That will never be diminished
Even though under some highway bridge
One of us is dying
High on the toxic waste
They used to poison his veins.
...the image is our capital and it was shared by someone I follow on Twitter with the permission to use.
wambuku w.