A Journey of Ignorance

POEMS BY MARIA A PERDOMO & PRAMUDITH D RUPASINGHE

The poems explore global and political issues such as nature, war, and liberation, drawing on Perdomo's boldly honest tone and taking inspiration from Rupasignhe's humanitarian work. Several of the poems, including Not an inch and After the guns fall silent, make specific reference to conflict in Ukraine, and these poignant poems express the realities of war and its impact on people and the environment. The poems are dedicated to "everyone who thinks they run the world".

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  • The Pink Flowers

    MARIA A PERDOMO

    The pink flowers tried growing 

    in the shark-infested waters. 

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  • Cursed Waters

    PRAMUDITH D RUPASINGHE

    Sigh blent with stenched breeze of flooded fields, 

    Liberty tears at heart behind the smiling faces. 

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  • El viento y el mar.

    MARIA A PERDOMO

    En el cielo y el mar, tú y yo nos conocimos. 

    Yo con mis olas constantes te saludaba. 

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  • Malagueta: The Pepper Coast

    PRAMUDITH D RUPASINGHE

    Malagueta: once a virgin grace to Atlantic tides, 

    with flesh and woods untouched, until none finds. 

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  • Anyone out there?

    MARIA A PERDOMO

    Is the silence enough  

    for all the voices we lost? 

    Is the darkness enough 

    for all the pain we caused? 

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  • The Baobab

    PRAMUDITH D RUPASINGHE

    Liberty manacled in minds of slavery, 

    barrenness wails in slummy hatchery. 

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  • The Grey

    MARIA A PERDOMO

    The world was made in black and white, the good and the bad separated in parts, 

    until one day the colours started to mash. 

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  • Freetown

    PRAMUDITH D RUPASINGHE

    Amidst carnivore eyes, 

    waiting in deadly stillness, 

    shining in witchy sunset, 

    battles to carve the way. 

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  • In times of war.

    MARIA A PERDOMO

    They tried to shut down the noise. 

    Afraid, nobody spoke in response. 

    Silence was holding back the voice. 

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  • Not an inch

    PRAMUDITH D RUPASINGHE

    Not an inch from the grave of my Sasha, 

    The cage of my Mashka, not of Parasha, 

    Not an inch…

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  • After guns fall silent

    PRAMUDITH D RUPASINGHE

    The guns are silent.  

    A heavy stillness hangs in the air,  

    broken only by pigeons.  

    READ ON

  • A Journey of Ignorance

    MARIA A PERDOMO & PRAMUDITH D RUPASINGHE

    I wasn’t taught, 

    to destroy what I touch. 

    READ ON
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