Just this morning I had declared
myself a visionary, ready to keep
my eyes on a beautiful new version
of the world, sharing it and getting
all to join me in manifesting the it
in reality – yet now with a letter from
the Congo in my hand, in which
the authors lament the desperate
situation, delineating their new
vision for the Republic functioning
as a military zone, I’m sad, nothing
there is going right, I’ve met some
wonderful delegates from the Congo
before, they all believe in peace,
not in war, I don’t know how to
relate this vision to make it
real in their sight…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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