this is my poetic outcome on the issue of docs i saw on mass rape in congo and also on general theme what africans have gone through through eyes of mine, i know its mostly docs and movies like Hotel Rwanda, and also what ive read on Rwandan genocide, Darfur Genocide, Congos wars and mass rapes and killings. Ive lived in Africa, though in North, as small boy, but my heart goes out for people who suffer in war, ive grown up in tough enviroment such as SU and ive been in wartime Lebanon. i dont like war, ive heard it, and it still echoes in me, those sounds that i heard when i was boy..
PS(! 19.07.2012)
PS!This poem ending is Bahai motivated, because at the time Bahai was part of my life, in a way it still is, but not totally. And i am sure for many people it would be still beacon of hope in that kind of situations. so poem stays as it is :) No rewriting of my personal poem history. poem interpretation is also very individual I think, if you leave aside Bahai holy place picture, then ending is Christ referenced, Christians can take it one way and Bahais other way, and maybe people with neither identities can focus on general HOPE( dum spiro spero- till i breathe i hope). Interestingly enough HOPE is also charity organization here :)
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