Trees, yawning in drought
Forced to repent their decision
To remain rooted instead of fleeing
Their once wet barks
Branded with scars from sharp gun rays
As they stare down
At footprints of families gone farming
Fading in harmattan winds
Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart.
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Selected by the editor as a featured submission, February 2023
Whispers and Echoes 
Very evocative. Loved it.
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And, no matter how the wind blows, the rain never comes, the earth cracked up underneath, the trees still stand their, grounds.
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