Poem by Ibrahim Honjo

Poem by Ibrahim Honjo



My little bird is singing on the first front line

for the errant and deluded

the world is slowly but surely sinking

humanity sinking into delusions

eating strange dreams

in order to survive

it is day on the planet Gamajata

dreams have long since died of hunger

and we do not seek their graves

I am in the body of Robinson Crusoe

sunken into solitude

I keep shadows of love

for a new generation of earthen-folk

the soil opens

and brings forth a new man

who will know how to like and love his neighbor


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