walking on broken glass, exhausted by all that is crass, seeking the green grass, that may still, yet, eventually come to pass … … …
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Afzal Moolla
The Manic Scribbler
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- With apologies to Robert Zimmerman
- A Ha-Ha-Hee-Hee Scribble: Redux
- ✊🏾 For Women Everywhere ✊🏾
- For my mother (1934 – 2008) and for every brave soul battling ALS and other illnesses across the globe
- My Mother – A True Story
- Our shared Strands
- Hope Redeems.
- my lifetime of lies …
- my confession …
- Racism + Silence = Complicity …
- the parallel lines of love …
- love and silence …
- accepting blame – i know that you cannot forgive me …
- The Traveller and the Baobab Tree …
- The Threat of Nuclear Annihilation Today – Looking back in Time to Hiroshima and Nagasaki – August 1945
- would you walk with me?
- Racism is Binary …
- for Ché – the wind carries his name …
- the swaying of the grass …
- She Walks Alone …
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