By Cynthia Thanda As you click your computerBrowsing through the liesFabricated to erase my lifeKnow that I am somewhereUnder the sizzling sandsThat now suffocate my land. My rotting body lies on the groundIt’s a feast for the flies all aroundWhile my son clutchesMy corpse, crying for his father. Don’t forget it’s your silence that killed... Continue Reading →