Underneath the sky

a new Earth is reborn.

Silver tendrils of light

cast away and torn

lie on the grass, tired

and shattered in the surge 

of this new Dawn.

The Bure quietly flows between the banks

and the voices and whispers of before

carry on and drown in the sand and

moss

Uniqueness is void.

A promise, a vow of acceptance that is lost.

Lust and love. 

Sex.

Intertwined limbs

that give and take

but still cannot hold 

a grain of hope.

TV. Papers on the corner shop.

Death. Fear. Hate. Riots.

Human and Animals rights.

Rainbows and Sunflowers.

Life in space. Nuclear weapons.

More sports. More sex because it sells…

Angry shouts and bouncing boards.

Outrage. Shame. Regrets.

Cure and Meds. Disease and Famine.

Floods and Drought. Refugees.

War and Bombs. Quarantines.

North and South. Black and White

and Yellow and Red and Queers.

Every Life Matters.

Every life Matters?…

The World goes on.

Unchanged.

– Gia Mawusi