I wake up in the night thinking about children
not mine but yours
you broken mothers
snatched from security and comfort
thrust into a divide uncrossable
left at the bottom of the rubble
from a sectarian blanket bombing campaign for peace
and domination
Tag: people
True Source, Poetry by Patsy Jawo
My style, my finesse, my grace
My guile, my invents, my name
No dreams do I thus chase
All my greatest achievements created
Games ever played for the raid
Ah the sweetest investments made
I am my fate, master and king
The captain of this massive ship
Steered and glided along this strip
Of life, love and laughter for eternity
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