Tuesday, 28 July 2015


Recalling the old times
Lost in memory
I rise up from all fours to my full height
Reaching up
Reaching out to touch a single red rose
Almost lost among the dense foliage
Among the overgrown leaves of this jungle hinterland
I am safe here inside my cool elliptical forcefield
For a moment I can forget
That out there the fires burn
That the red sky mourns
For the sad tree stumps that dot the ground
As far as the eye can see
Forget that my people are forsaken
Diminished and suffering
Remember that I am noble
And not born to hang my head

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