‘Watch what you wish for.’
The wise ones say.
Crave the truth,
Don’t make a wish,
A warrior’s battle,
One between the forces of truth and secrets.

Tears; the foundation of pain,
The truth; the fountain cleaner,
The truth is a bitter leaf,
A sour, sour, mess.

Bloody truth- karma’s channel,
The truth is generations away,
A payback for an ancestral sin,
A fair exchange?
A sincere revenge?

They could have been spared,
But the curious ones can’t be saved,
Not without a leash,
Back to the fountain,
Embodying a century of pain,
A foreign burden.

The bricklayer arrives,
The fountain uprooted from her bosom,
A castle to replace her,
No century’s burden can enter this castle,
Nothing but only what the bricklayer’s love permits,
A haven.

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THANK YOU FOR READING.

WRITTEN BY: MARIAM ALAYANDE
PHOTO BY: UNKNOWN