One day I'll write about this place..

It's skewed terrace and shanties
Enmeshed in petulant disarray
Naked children ridden with mud gleefully
Gliding on red earth
Arms slim from hunger
Their stomach filled with lack
Their tears overflow to the banks of the Ganges
The elders lay siege to the farmlands
Their miserly harvest
A gift of the gods

Upon these boulevards of misery
The gospel of hope resonates in the distance
The love beneath the tears
The beauty in the struggle
The echoes of hope buried in titanium Vaults..

Cc lalasticlala ...let's promote this section

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Nubian113:
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I like your moniker...lol are you Egyptian or Sudanese?

chronos:


I like your moniker...lol are you Egyptian or Sudanese?

I'd like to think I'm of Egyptian descent. I'm from a nomadic background. I've never researched tbh I chose the moniker because my rasta friends call me a Nubian Queen

Nubian113:


I'd like to think I'm of Egyptian descent. I'm from a nomadic background. I've never researched tbh I chose the moniker because my rasta friends call me a Nubian Queen

Rasta friends?..seems like you're in a diff clime.

Nice one