Father asks…
Q: Do you know how people become dried bodies, stretched and burnt?
We are sitting on the floor, in a sooted kitchen.
Breathing from fragile lungs.
Worn with marathons and our endless sprints.
A: When you steal. When your crime is hunger.
We remember the incident at the market.
The angry fires, heavy tires.
The lone cry mingled with darkly smokes.
He was just a boy.
Q: Do you know how to cry?
We are lying under covers of warmth now.
The raiding bullets outside complete our silence.
A: Sleep on a Map, trace the outlines and spell the name of your country.
Q: Do you know how to lie?
We are desperate for a distant promise.
A beautiful miracle.
Our mouths are sore from hungry days.
A: Say to the beggar on the street, “It is well”
Q: Do you know how to pray?
We love the Bible stories; Solomon and the saintly Joseph.
We giggle under the moon light about Jonah and his fish.
A: Say to fear, not today. Say to the earth, I am King.
Q: Do you know how to die?
We are a little grown now, weathered by disappointments and aches.
A: Never write. Never love.
“Do you know how to lie?…… Say to the beggar, it is well.” This one got me personally.
This is awesome. I could totally relate. More ink dear.
It resonates, really.
And yes, the ink will overflow, Thank you Precious!
How do you get your muse? This is very interesting.
Thank you for writing
Thank you for reading Fiyin 🤗
Say to fear, not today. Say to earth, I am King💪
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Debby!!!! I love you nnor
You know I love you too darling 🤗
This, this is your bloody niche. Fantastic 👹
I embrace this niche then! Thank you, Moh 🤗
Wonderful.. exceptional..
Divine*
Thank you ,Chimzy. With love ♥
You know how I always feel when I read your work…awed.
This means everything, Sharon ♥
Thank you for reading 🤗