Thank you AlfiyaA Poem by Sel WhiteleyA poem inspired by the fact that an incredibly experienced youth is prepared to help me with Pax Populi. I miss the words.
She is mid-twenties, most would be proud to turn pubward after an hour of protest, to grasp a placard like a voice,
then curse war in the dark clauses spoken over a pint, in soft armchairs. Years ago, she trained for parliament. Yet, today, she has time for us. She will shine light through
opaque words and mountains, upload pictures of
her own unpronounceable land Uzbekistan, a name that breaks on the tongue: like the spirits of the world's billion youth.
She braves it all. A land the narrowest sentence from the Afghan border, her articles will influence the world with a
confluence of Central Asian
dreams.
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