Kissed by a grenade
I had been stoned,
my personality dehumanized
why?
because I found the only
mirror that cannot be broken;
and like all fictions
the world lives in
I was put in a dry well,
and in its belly
I saw darkness
and I understood their unconscious cry,
They spit on my personality
because I have found water,
yes, the only mirror
that cannot be broken,
yes, water,
tasteless, taking no sides
but with neutral care,
as it swims down
the droughted throat,
it quenches the thirst
of the human,
so that he or she
does not long to drink anymore,
still leaving no taste,
still taking no sides
Immaturity is the victim
because running water
erodes a pastureless soil
with no care,
because the grass should
have long been erected,
mansions of nature;
Rills of despair are created
or even gullies or gorges
with time,
but as the sun bears witness
and rocks get weathered
by the declaration of nature,
new soil shall be born,
new minerals shall be given
and the land...
the land that was bare
and desertified without meaning;
upon it, does the pastures grow;
from desert to oasis,
from oasis, to Eden,
a paradise where freedom know
no bounds.
By Kakraba Afful
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