Poetry
Seeking Purity
If we eventually are
What we eat,
Then the greed of humans
Leads to what we shall be.
Whole supply chains of deceit,
Adulterations and interventions,
Additives, colours, hormones and chemicals unnatural,
All distorting
Purity.
Alien components floating through
Our bloodstream,
Layers of strangeness
Lining organ tissues,
Molecules that attach to cellular growth,
Surely reforming our DNA...
Perhaps glazing our core,
With impurity.
Yet remember,
Our mind lies above this deceit,
Our choice,
to embrace positivity
Our willingness,
To uphold its beauty and purity.
Fleeting Childhood
Childhood
Is an abstract concept
To many who grow up too fast.
Migration and work are real,
While homely comforts are a thing
Of their past.
Silence and servitude
Crucial to the roles
In which they are cast.
They wake the earliest,
Serve round the clock,
And eat the last.
Growing up with scolding,
Discrimination and violence,
That should leave us aghast.
Childhood, indeed,
Is a concept of their past.
Samia Ahmed is a poet from Bangladesh and has been widely published. A wistful Existence is her first book of photo-poetry, collaborating with a Czeck photographer.
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