ANOTHER WAY

We've painted unity on beach sand hung hope on mangrove branches one wave & it all washed away. We've built summits from dust and debt made promises we can’t even explain while huge walls still rise between us. Speeches thunder & then fade to silence. Hope passes hands like counterfeit. Even our chiefs wear suits now. Freedom feels outsourced again. We've tried everything they named. So what haven’t we named yet? Maybe it’s time we stop asking them. Maybe it’s time we speak in our own name.