Congo - Poem by Leslie Philibert
Weapons carried children; old eyes in young heads;
the sick pride of a bent solidarity in rows that never end;
cruel beyond understanding; the pushing of pointless borders;
a stolen childhood; games; gotcha.
and if you don`t care; there is just one thing worse
than failing as a poet; never having tried.
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and woke up in Congo.
Comments about Congo by Leslie Philibert
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