Take a seat, you are now in the village square. Enjoy!
In The Kernel of Service

    In this poem, Richard Inya bemoans the piteous fate of pensioners – men and women who spend their years working to better the society only to be treated like worthless beings at old age.   An armed revolution Rages against quietness In the belly of starving retirees   Their intestines are trapped snakes Struggling to break loose Ever seen they that chew silence And swallow air?   Pity is a bucketful of a minute silence Harvested from…

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