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Never againThat’s what they said,Those Holocaust survivorsWho never wanted others to suffer as they did. Never againThat’s what they said,The parents who lost a child

I lie in my bath, and I think of her,many worlds away in Kiev,where the air raid sirens blareand drones endlessly circle overhead. I lie

I reach my hand up to the skyand touch a silencesoft as a silken spider’s web. The only sound, in blossom-laden trees,are songbirds,their twitter like

I’ve learnt that I mustrealise there’s far lesson the menuso I shouldflip and not flapstop then maybe godo headstands or somersaultsto look at life differentlystretch

I would love to dance among the stars,sprinkle stardust over the earth,light up minds and be-glitter hairstyles.I would love to walk around the moonfeel its

I cry for the world that waswhere people flew from place to placewhere cities bustled with lifeshops chirupped to the sound of money in their

The birds in my garden don’t listen to the news,can’t know of Covid-19 or the world in lockdown,are ignorant of families struggling in poverty or

Fifteen Chibok girls stand in a line,their faces sombre, eyes haunted,expressions of the near-dead.They mutter their names as if they are ghosts“Maimuna…Rifkatu …Naomi …” These