Poem
June 16th, 2008 by Neema | No Comments
untitled In Kenya where armies of tires and rocks burning, arrows and pangas bloody, fight to quench hate, renew apathy; in Ukambani the wind blows at will, as usual, kerosene is up, regardless, men and women continue their pleas to their sky and God for rain. Later in the starry darkness, they listen closely to [...]