My twin sister Melissa is quite an accomplished poet (as is her husband Azfar). Now and again I will share some of their works, as they speak deeply of justice, meaning, and a way of life that benefits all people, not just the powerful.
People like me
People like me
yearn for
the dewfresh sunrise
of another land,
its crystalline consummation
glowing from the retina
of illusion.
People like me
smile and point at
the quaint old woman
who hobbles through the crowd
in the authentic garb of her clan,
a threadbare shawl shadowing
eyes that have not forgotten where home is.
People like me
revel in
the London afterdance of midnight crowding
for a seat on the underground,
a chance to whisper and point
at the man asleep from exhaustion,
lunchpail clutched in his lap
trapped by the nightly repetition,
the rocking tube a harbinger of his monotony.
People like me
are sure that
septembergreen hills and sombre stars
across the blackwake sea
will hold for them a Jericho
of promise fruit
ripe and dripping with lifejuice,
none fallen or abandoned underneath the wet stones
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