And so, it is over
within me, is a slight disconnect
Between my physical being and my conscious
My rage, it sleeps with just one eye
My agony, it thrums with every heartbeat
With one million cries and one million prayers
I seek my sons
dead, is the bone of my heart
slaughtered is our home, soaked in the blood of our brood
What, will these hands ne’er be clean?
A woman fishes at the Kafue river at sunset. Zambia. ©Midas Severino
Young turkana women pose by a lake. Turkana County, Kenya. ©Brian Msafiri