Saturday, January 1, 2011

Group Poem 16 (ekphrasis): SOS of a motherland

My nick name is Barwaaqo  and sometimes Bisharo.
I don’t mean to boast but I am blessed.
Blue sky and beautiful sands, barely describe me.
But I am in pain
A pain cause by you.
My babies.
I gave you my best
The best in the land
Those beautiful genes
Can you see me in you? My hair and yea that’s my complexion for sure.
My thanks?
My baby, your brother’s blood.
Battered and Bleeding
Begging for mercy.
I am in pain, not the usual pain caused by millions of births.
I am abandoned and empty.
Insulted, offended.
Please help me.
My babies please.
What, you don’t recognise me?
I really am her.
I am your mother.
Your motherland.

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