Now we have our doubts to cry over.
When identities and years
Become lost in the sands,
Our depressed towns
Smell of roses
Placed on tombstones.
Our houses, haunted
By long periods of solitude
Open up to waves of love,
As abundant as the sea of farewells.
People the spheres of our ambitions.
We seek our roots
Like others seek hidden truths.
Poem culled from Zocalo Poets.
Kama Sywor Kamanda is an award-winning writer and poet from the Democratic Republic of the Congo
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