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In the land I live,
dogs are no security,
guns are the “alpha and omega,”
combats are the honor
Justice is the speculative dreams,
like acacia trees,
Home are not ours, brothers are not ours,
land and our home do not belong to us.
Nevertheless, IDP camps are the only freedom we know….
Well! We like it the way it is
Because we are ignorance of the outside world,
It’s the only home we ever tested,
the heaven we have ever seen
More like the cave of death,
or valley of stranded oceans.
Brutality is our enjoyment
Starving is the pride as well as to lived
is a curse for the marginalize.
Like cassava in the cooking pot
We survive the heat but not our fate.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.