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I sing of the children
whose broken bones were once
like the remains of Sambisa
forest’s disjointed skeleton

I sing of them
of you
& I

I sing when nobody hears me sing

I sing not only for
the dove of love
flying in the sky without
letting its wings
fall apart like scattered crystals

I also sing of peace
of calmness
of solace
of freedom
of selflessness

& of the pieces of satisfaction which were
once found in the depth of every fresh water

I sing of my home
I mean
I sing of
someone’s home away from mine

while journeying in the boulevard of no-man’s-land
that land

I sing again and again

I sing of prompt recovery
from every known or unknown malady

I sing at the sight
of the sun that shines atop our palm trees

these palm trees
you see here and there
will take the form

of love
of stability
of transparency
of progress
of unity
of us

when we all sing this song in unison


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