The Message Board

The image shows a board covered with hand written messages about love.

I come each day, looking for you
one among so many people
displaced, separated
lost.

Parents from children, husbands from wives
brothers, sisters, friends and lovers,
divided in the melee
of disaster.

Each day I come looking for you
one among so, so many
hanging on to hope
searching for a sign.

Day after day, still there is nothing
but I know in my heart
you’re still out there.
And so I wait.


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #43 photo prompt.
Image credit: Kyle Glenn- Unsplash

Why can’t we live together?

 

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Photo: @erdwolf

I’d been late leaving school that afternoon. I’d stayed behind because nice Miss Leibrandt had been helping me with my poem.

On the way home I’d been kicking a can along the dirt pathway between the shacks when I heard shouting over on the main road. Then there was the explosion. Flames shot up into the air, all red and angry-looking. Black smoke billowed upwards.

My house was the other way, but I had to see. I peered out from the end of the lane. People were jumping up and down in the street, arms waving angrily. They were chanting.

Flames licked out of the little corner shop. My friend’s shop. Mr Kabongo whose skin was as black as night, who came from another country further up the map of Africa. Mr Kabongo who told me stories about the animals of the forest where he grew up and the people who lived there before the war in his country. Mr Kabongo who gave me sweets when I went to fetch a half-loaf for my mother.

And now his shop was destroyed. I wondered if he was safe. Had he run, as he’d run before?

Why can’t we all live together?

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