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Wangare Maathai...Our Loss

As the sun rises she's dead, the wind doesn't blow today. The trees stand still in homage... The sky turns grey in sadness As the heavens will thunder in loss and pain As we shed tears for her…

Peace!peace!peace pravail for mother Africa(poem)

An echo is head in the midst of a large crowd, a voice of a woman like a piecing spear sings in praise to the leader, her wrist twists to the sound of the drams, dusty fill the air as her feet trod t…
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I need a chance

I met her in Kenya as we traveled with Voiceless Children organization. She is young, strong and creative... The poem she wrote comes from her desire to get a chance in her life..…