Poem for a Census and a Forecast (The Star: 1.09.09)
September 4th, 2009 by Neema | 4 Comments
i My government wants to know if I live, if I am dead. My government wants to know what I do for a living, how many hours I work. It counts my offspring my livestock my radio my mobile phone. It wants to know my tribe, the place I was born, if I own a [...]