Dearest grown but shaken person,
Strong but tired,
Walking but dead inside,
Come behind me,
Stand in the troops,
Today we muster.
I can put my finger on your wounds,
I know their bearing,
I know their trigger and their cause.
It is injustice.
Do not hold your silence
Denounce it.
In every sect the monster has pointed its muzzle,
Not a few times we have encountered it in disguise
blaspheming the ones who sing peace and love.
The truth is that injustice is a monster.
It has invaded every single bit of the globe,
Just like a greatly metastasized cancer,
Leaving almost nothing to mend.
Almost, almost
"There is hope." I say
"But we have looked for the antidote.
And empty-handed we ended up succumbing." They say.
"There is a place where you did not search,
A hidden treasure you did not open,
Experts and statisticians have not bothered to look,
An army that you did not recruit: Women engineers.
I know, they are walking wonders.
They can shoot the monster
wonder why? how?
It's a woman in tech,
She is a walking wonder,
she sees the end of this tunnel.
She saw the light and moved forward,
She is in her dream zone. It feels like home
She is a great engineer.
ČTEŠ
PIECES OF PEACE🪴
PoezieThrough Pieces of Peace, I sing peace in the perspectives of love, society, and science. I highly recommend the last and only poem in Kinyarwanda to everyone who speaks Kinyarwanda. Ndabakunda cyane!! Credits goes to my friends Mukesha Jabiro Glo...
