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A Djembe poem for national poetry day (7th October)


A rhythmic call. A circle.

Gathered pieces,

become complete.

All we say, through Djembe.

Questions bounce.

Responses, agreed.

Heads tapped for knowledge,

discomfort recedes.

For stinging skin

is temporary.

A community nourished

lasts in perpetuity.

Anke djé, anke bé





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