Deaf, poetry written by Rakind Kaur at
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written by: Rakind Kaur



Can’t you hear the screams?
Of the souls being burnt alive
My flowing tears cannot stop
Russia burning before my eyes

Can’t you hear the fallen voices?
Of those being murdered
Even our bodies cannot stop
the saw blades of industrial might

I have lost so much already
in short three decades of my life
Now, my soul can do naught
but revolt and agonize

I walk with seeds in my hands
spreading them wherever I walk
giving love and strength to the land
and sowing hope where I can

So that after we are all gone
and humanity is no more
At least the forest can grow back
swallowing all despair and mayhem

So that my last act was
of giving back the natives of this earth
all that our ancestors
stole from us

In the beginning
humans only raped and plundered with-in
Now, we have done so
to every living being.

What a legacy, indeed.
What a legacy, to leave…

Rakind Kaur

Rakind Kaur

I'm an artistic soul that can't quite live without exploring all expects of art. I'd probably die painting in my garden. I've been that way since I was born. Passionately in love with nature, trying to find ways to express it. Poetry spills out with breath from me and I can't look at even trash without admiring its aesthetic. If you ever spot me anywhere, I promise you'll find me either laughing or lost in beauty that no one's yet spotted.
Rakind Kaur

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