facts-about-hope

 

It lived.

Pulsed.

Bulged.

Red and Blue.

Concealed, crushed,

Beneath boots big and small-

masked by steps light and leaden

overtaken by paces fast and slow

on paved streets, and muddy paths

underneath hearts, hurts,

heavy and buoyant-

 

Generations, ages past, present, passed

leaves fell and rain swept them away

through Katonga, Kikoni slums

and then back past State house Nakasero.

 

Ignored, rejected,

a taboo,

Hope.

 

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