Poet Mwelma Chilekwa a regular at the amazing King Ink Poetry nights at Pop Recs shares some beautiful words.
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Glasshouse
When you break a glass
No matter how you glue it back
It will never be the same
If you rip a house apart
Brick by brick by brick
Then try to begin to rebuild
It will never be the same
It could seem identical
But there will always be
A crack out of place
Why take the risk?
If it is not broke
Do not fix it
Destroy
Of all things to destroy
This is what you chose?
To scatter into the abyss
Like it’s mere food for the pigeons
Does the this beautiful, treasured,
Precious building mean that little to you?
Are we not even worth listening to?
A symbol of art and expression
How can you hurl it aside?
After all the memories, the wonder
How can you leave it behind?
We will never be left behind
Home
Zambia is my home
I have helplessly watched
As my culture is destroyed,
Colonisined, replaced
I do not recognise it anymore
I miss my home
Newcastle is my home
A beautiful city under threat
They want to smash another
Part of me
Then toss it into the void
Do not let this happen
Again
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