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Best Poems Written by Dollin Holt

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Used Clothes

My daughter
The world has grown you 
Hastily Into a woman
As your blood flows

In my eyes
You are my daughter
The one whose little hand
I held on the way to school

My daughter 
The war has grown you 
Horridly Into a woman
As your little body has taken its blows

In my eyes
You are my daughter 
The one whose hand
I shall hold as you return back to school

Used clothes
Is all your mother can afford

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Reconciliation

the storm has come and gone
leaving in its wake
a nation searching its soul.

decent folk pick up the slain
from debris strewn streets
and lay them to rest in the fields.

though the guns have fallen silent
spoilers emerge from dark streets 
stoking ambers of hate, beating war drums

they bury their atrocities in waters
and hope it washes away into the ocean 
but no ocean could wash away blood of the slain.      

brethren come forth
bring some comfort  
to the heart of widows
who with vacant eyes
grieve inconsolably.

brethren come forth
bring some comfort
to the heart of orphans
who with teary eyes
gaze emptily.

brethren there is a wound
in your soul too
festering, it burns for healing,

brethren there is an emptiness
In your soul too
lingering, it yearns for forgiveness

brethren if you come forth
with contrition and tell your story
maybe, healing comes tomorrow 

I see a flame so fragile
glowing in the dark  
it dances softly to the blowing winds
of reconciliation for victim and perpetrator.

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London Rises

we're wading through 
a storm:

hate
wickedness

It straps on a bomb
It wields a knife

it knows no
race or colour

and still London
rises

my city of colours
my city of friendship

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Be a Mentor

a lone fallen leaf

on the pavement

Insecure and impressionable

the wind carries it in all directions

many young people are like this fallen leaf

insecure impressionable and in need of direction

brothers sisters step up and be counted as mentor

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Eastern Ghouta

Eastern Ghouta

there exist a dark

corner in this world

known as Eastern Ghouta

where, when you ask the children

to draw a picture, they draw pictures

of jet fighters dropping bombs on them, on them

on their homes, on their schools, on their hospitals

they draw pictures of death, pictures of gloom, of hunger

at the ruins of what was once home,she asks:where is death?

let it come,for there is food in heaven, there is food in heaven

the world looks the other way, the world looks the other way

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My Son

Emuedgevoke
when my evening comes
let me come to you
with a song
on my tongue
for I have nothing else
but a song
on my tongue
how sad and yet how sweet
a world
a song
My son

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Child Labour

that
silken gown

when pressed hard 
against the nostrils

one is assailed by 
the sweat of child labour

he is just eleven and not in school 
when other children are in school

the poor child labours away at the sweatshops 
under the watchful eyes of the masters who wield whips

think, the next time you wear that gown, of child labour.

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The Garden Is Rid of Weeds In Order To Grow Things

sometimes when
someone walks away

rather than grieve 
be relieved

it is one burden
less to carry

but in your heart
he/she is still a friend

it is merely a separation
resulting from human difference

the garden is rid of weeds
in order to grow things

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To the Refugees Who Died At Sea

night rain 
has come and gone

without a soothing song 
and in its wake a howling wind

like the affairs of this world
some come and go without a song

and in a forgetting world
may they be remembered

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Eseberuo, Do Not Despair

do not weep over 
a pot that is broken 
nor grieve for a petal that withers
I may not bring back your lover
nor mend your broken heart
but I bring comfort
in the knowledge that
it is the way of things
for a pot to be broken 
for a petal to wither
for a lover to go
paving way for a superior one
the one who comes after him
be patient and do not despair
i once lost a pot
it got broken
all my love in it
and i waited.