"In The Roots" A Poem By Israel Brown

In the roots A broken road led the way Into my small Village. Once a city That glow in lost glories, A civilization that died A millennium ago- Gone g

In a writer's words, emotions are set free like kites in open sky, alphabets are weaved with clarity and thousand perceptions are converged in threads of lines. "In the roots", with its sour tone drives the readers in to give more insight on the terrible state of a Nation.

It delves further stating "The air could not breathe itself,/ But we have learn how to live without/ Breath...".

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 In The Roots

In the roots

A broken road led the way

Into my small Village. Once a city

That glow in lost glories,

A civilization that died

A millennium ago- Gone glories.

We couldn't hold them back

Now they become a paradise

In the mirage of government promises.

But when the city falls.

It becomes a port of garbage

Where torn papers and nylon flies

About like jets,

When the wind calls.

The glories we lost

When we could not hold them back.

In my village

The air could not breath itself,

But we have learn how to live without

Breath, from the years our air died.

In this fallen kingdom

Lies a school, the ruins of our glories.

There, I was once taught this lines.

Thousand caves we made in the walls

For geckos that wander without a home.

The roof of our old school is a basket

That we were watered like plants in the field.

Everyday I travel to Egypt

To fetch Nile, when the house thirst.

After the three boreholes dried up.

They even cry for water.

But when we suffer enough,

We cried for help.

But even our ears were deaf

To listen to our silent moan

Not even the government of the land.

POET

Israel Brown

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