Poverty of material needs, or poverty of the soul, are traditional areas for poetic exploration. When it reaches out to the world, giving voice to the voiceless, and succor to the hopeless, then we are humbled even as we serve the greater good.
I lived in Brasil for a year and drew on my memories for this myku:
Na Favela, Rio de Janeiro
Rio's shanty towns, shacks
perched precariously;
pain's litany; children cry
amongst the litter & poverty.
For this one, I started with Amnesty International's site and went clicking from there to find the images and words I wanted to use to frame this myku about a place I have never been:
Nairobi's Slums
Hunger & fear are slow
death, Kenya's bane,
the slums of Nairobi
are misery and pain.
Join me at mykuworld.
Monday, June 22, 2009
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