depicts the horror and desolation of war across the African continent.
and an awakening or a reminder that things are at a snail's pace and still far from getting better.
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I will not console myself with lies
That…
“Things are getting better”
NO!
At the hands of our own,
My neighbors still suffer!!
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nice write.

Oh wow oh my oh my your words strike pain into even my heart
and make tears stream down my face; how well you have written this
Ammakonadu, with the lovely name, so beautifully about such dread things,
such excesses of human violence; no wonder you question having lived at all.

What can we do, we sympathise, we suffer for a moment with your plight,
we send our love to you by any means, a dove perhaps, I am no believer in a creed,
but i do believe that we can live happily together in this life, so short anyway.
It is damnable that such a fate should strike at your door.

The snowflakes that fell just now told me of you and with the Spring flowers,
that have braved the cold,
we send our love.

I shall send a poem here "One snowflake,"
but how can you write about things with such joy,
when under the burden you haave to carry in your heart.
How much we sympathise.

Nordic cloud-
Ann of Norway.

You inspired me to write:-

Blooms exotic flower in Africa
the animals and birds make songs so beautiful
so strange and haunted are the mysteries
of that wide hot continent of sand
of desserts with their pockets of oases
palm fronds wave in morning damp
soon dissipated
like the lives of those who fight for what

for change or not
for despots that get up and make a stand
that have no fingers on their hands
no depth of thought that guides their greedy power
so strife and anger raise their gory heads
and make our lives so terrified and full of dread
each day such happenings so black
that when I lay my head to sleep
I cannot even bring myself to bleat a prayer
to whatever god just leaves us there in such despair.

:) Ann.
Nordic cloud far away.

I can't say a beautiful write with so much death dripping from the words, but in your words there are places that portray, that should some not stay in this life, then they belong to a beauty that is though just a thought, will last for eternity.
You live with this life and death situation each day, I have the feeling that as we become civilised the torment comes in different guises.
I envy the ones that stay in the forest that is their Mama and Papa, they had true Spirit and their love for each other, but we are human and live in these bodies, that are of greed and all things that we hate, but we don't improve in our ways no matter how we have conquered the Earth.
The Earth will be here long after man and the sun will set in its glory and rise in love, of a human free place, that will be a heaven for all other things..
If only we could change, Yours Ian.T