Poetry
Hotel Rwanda
Hotel Rwanda In Kigali’s blue dusk, where the hills hold their breath, the Hôtel de la Reine—its bronze doors heavy as a relic— stood silent, a fortress of copper and hope, its
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The Terminator – a Machine of Tomorrow, a Silence of Yesterday In the dusk‑tinted glow of a London street, the hum of night‑mail machines once darting between mild fog, a chrome‑clad figure strides—an
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The Dude, the Dunket and the Dust‑bowl of an American Dream In a distant outer‑suburban strip of Nebraska the old composer of expectation – the Dude – sits on a battered arm‑chair, under
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Room In the hush of a living‑room, the light spills softer than a blushing dawn, through drapes that sigh like old trees. A rug of Persian threads, a gentle thrum, holds the noise of mornings
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A Platoon on the Edge In the hush of the third field‑green dawn, the twenty‑four lads stand shoulder to shoulder, their boots freshly scoured off old gravel, ready for the gasp of the next
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