Poem at the End
"Watching the news now
i know i will surely die
in a cold warehouse
erected by army engineers
on wasteground
between my place of work
and my own bedroom..."
"'Beware my body and my soul, beware above all of crossing your arms and assuming the sterile attitude of the spectator, because life is not a spectacle, because a sea of sorrows is not a proscenium, because a man who cries out is not a dancing bear.'" AIMÉ CÉSAIRE (Cahier d'un retour au pays natal,1938)
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