LIVING DEAD - OUR KUSH BROTHERS
They are shadows of a forgotten world
Drifting through the remnants of life
Eyes clouded by the haze of Kush
Skin and teeth, a canvas of decay and despair.
Shoulders slump beneath tattered rags
Swollen limbs move with a sluggish grace
Their steps, slow and aimless
As if searching for a heartbeat lost in the dark.
No warmth lingers in their voices
Only the echo of an early death
Yet in their endless wandering through Freetown’s streets
They carry the weight of what they once were—
Fragments of humanity, broken and scattered
In a world that no longer remembers their name.
Copyright © Hakim Fuhad Mansaray | Year Posted 2024
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