Belinda.

Art : Novice.

By Sakuan.

The torch has been burned, the people have spoken, the tire is ready, the wheels are turning, the kitchen is no more, the food has gone bad, the people are laughing, mothers are crying, the child is walking to its death, the people are looking, the people are doing nothing, the time has come for me to speak but I have no voice, my freedom was taken away from me, the times are tough, such is life or so I am told. The king is dead, let the people rejoice, the history is altered with the number of chefs in the kitchen, hey there please be careful with what you think, the people have spoken they no longer want the king, the queen rules the world, the people are mad at the queen for being a queen. The baby is crying please someone tend to the baby, the people are broken, they are crying, they want their time back, the smoke is green the crops are dying or so I am told, the people want what they bargained for but nothing is happening, the evil of the dead, the death of God started when facts came at play, now there is no God and morals are gone, what are we doing people, we rejoice for freedom but are we really free, why do we talk like we matter, why do we talk like the people are here, why can’t we talk like we belong, why can’t I ask questions without question marks? I ask a lot but no one answers because they don’t know what I am talking about, please rejoice when you see me for I need that positivity in my life, do you see me? Do you see what I have on? A god visited me last night, I was told my time has come, time to do what? I asked…

Belinda, are you awake?

By Nu Nazareth.