from the wreaths of our pasts;
what weaves the sea,
the waves together
where our tears gather
in dirge
bewailing the heft of loss
& sinking
in
un-belonging
wishing to unlock
the noose of un-fitting
Lillian Akampurira Aujo
The Land of Unease The land never knows peace Where a few have too much And many none at all. The yam of this world Is enough for all mouths...
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