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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