Home - Poem by Esther Mukabi
Slowly down the stairs
Walking, see miles before me.
Searching for places to hide.
Hurried on by the guard to the platform
Anxious and nervous, but quiet.
No pushing or rushing for this train.
Faces passing appear not to see me.
No cry of ‘All aboard’,
No whistle no flag.
The train starts moving,
My journey begins.
Alone in my compartment
I turn to the window
But all I can see
Are the walls of my prison.
Dark turns to light, the tunnel behind me.
But what lies before me?
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