Published in Countercurrents.org on June 1st, 2020

Sometimes,
One needs to get away from
the torrid darkness of words.
A darkness that annihilates.
Swirling, twirling a blackness
laced with blood, anger, hate
Marginalised
— Sometimes from a brutal knee
Sometimes a mob or a bloody bullet kiss —
Violent Death
Drops in the ocean
connect all lands
called continents
Mourning
Mothers’ Teardrops linked by oceans
Each drop, each colour of sand,
make this beautiful Earth
this gracious land.
Each beam of sunshine
brings hope to mankind
Hope of Life renewed
Hope in the songs of
twittering birds…
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