Of Me And All These Things Poem by Bruce Kadzviti

Of Me And All These Things



of soldiers that invaded the land that became their grave
of mothers that nursed the mouth that bit their finger
of ancestors that prayed for rain that drowned their grain
of husbands that courted for years the wives that grieved their lives
of them that voted for kings that enslaved them
of us that bag memories that bleed our hearts
of you that craved for a fame that complicated your life
of me and all these things that make me afraid of what the future can be...

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