Life comes full circle.
All of your battles have not been in vain.
The man with the heart of a sixty year old, worn out by passion
Struggle and rhetoric
Today you live on, in another epoch.
Of all nations and races
Take this time to remember
How to live with your neighbour
Build another legend, build another story
The history-in-the-making time has come around.
Copyright: Rani Turton
A plain wooden door, nerve-riddenA carved metal key, in my pocket hidden.And secrets that lie behind that blank facadeA building, some windows, my dreams. I wandered on those blind Parisian streets.Nobody knew my nameNobody knew where I came fromI was different, yet still the same.A wooden door like corpus callosumHolds my two worlds together I enter now, I walk out at midnight I fleeThe buzzing and the hum.
Copyright; Rani Turton
This poem is about identity. The brain's hemisphere's have been used as a metaphor. As people wander over the planet, they put down roots far from their place of birth. It can affect a lot of issues and emotions in their lives. the corpus callusum is the link, the lien.
Obama has a strange name they sayBut then so do IStrange for here but not for thereStranger and stranger as the world becomesFreer and freer, no frontiersDepending for whomDepending for where.Travellers we are all: nomads in this worldThat keeps contracting and stillStrangers remain strangers and worseForeignors remain strangers onShores that remain devoid of warmth.What is foreign? Coming from which shoresAnd arriving where? Are foreignors strange becauseThey have strange names Or they act strange? A strange kind of modernity dictatesThat everyone looks and speaks alikeDevoid of accent, devoid of strange wordsThat's how it is and now Obama with his strange nameAnd mine with mine: we have associations to the pastTo some far-off land; stranger I am stillMy hair, like Obama's, says where I come from.My eyes, like Obama's, say where I come from.My skin, like Obama's speaks louder than words.I am the sum of all that came before.My strangeness is just that: I brought a slice of the world with me when I came.Copyright: Rani Turton
