YOU_ARE_MY_RESPONSIBILITY By Ruth Echewe

Dad is gone So is mum We were playing in the garden, where mum plants her vegetables Suddenly, a man in black entered Picked...

To Be Free Like Birds

I want to be free like these birdsSo I can go anywhere on this earthWith no restrictions to funfairTo be free like birds I...

THE MENDICANT’S PLIGHT

I live on a black street, Filled with despair. I wake up daily, Clinging to the feeling of despondency, My heart is decorated with somberness. I feel voracious, But here...