MW (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Where The Future Has No Name

Voices from forests
move in to the cities
the Metropolitan blues
gets his voice
from strangers with
no choice
like Ghosts
they go back
just like they came
to where the future
has no name. M

for all the great forest people, C Turnbull,
G Schweinfurth and L Sarno and P Julien.

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Comments (7)

A poignant rendition nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing.
I forgot to write: A 10 for the poem. Fascinating!
IF I may say, the title is referring to people who live in greatest poverty, then the future has no name. Sad to read the truth in this poem. Brilliant poem though a brevity, its meaning is clear, IF I have read the words as it might be. A poem is to be interpreted in many ways, sheer poetry.
Where the future has no name is a profound poem on what will be.
Nice work a well enjoying read.
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