Tales of Brokenness
These are cries of hearts crushed
in pain,
They are words of voices slain,
Of faces that no longer resemble
their original forms,
A people, eternities ago, sold to
anguish and despair.
These are paintings colored by
broken brushes,
They are faint shadows of lost
dreams misfortune daily lashes,
Mere tales of brokenness,
completely pitiful,
Of a people, long ago, given away
to agony and fearsome gloom.
These are whispers of stitched
smiles unheard
They are sketched signs of crippled
wishes unread,
Ignored,
About a people, such as us, years
ago, offered to oppression.
Gerry Sikazwe
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