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Kwanza Msingwana in his own words have a master in teaching degree (primary/junior). I’m a musician. i play percussion instruments. i’am a storyteller. i tell african folktales and stories from other cultures. i tell stories of life. wide ranging knowledge of africa. art forms. culture(s). cinema/film. music travel. etc. i’m an actor. i do voice overs. for tv, movies, and videos (“karate kid” for the street kids international organization on H.I.V. and aids awareness, domestic violence prevention); certified interpreter (english-kiswahilienglish)

THEY TRAVEL SILENT

They travel silent

whistling the yankee doodle dandy dropping bombs with ease bullets fly sideways like rain falling east-west ominous silence shattered by wails crying mothers

lend their weight to the heavy air darked by smoke exploding bombs burning wreckage smell of flesh.

think for a moment. bombs dropped by god’s chosen people bomb that kill childrenother people’s children who don’t look like their own

they who came in search of peace from far flung homelands

hungary poland russian steppes

and unknown placesformer gangsters babushkas and wheat farmers they all came in search of peace so they bring things that go boom destruction and blood trailing in their wake. they only hear the cries of their babies god’s chosen childrenbut not the daughters and sons of the soil

this land called palestine instead drops more bombs the cries too loud and the pain unbearable dropping mo bombs to drown the noise star spangled banner dripping blood cover for the land shelter for the children

of the chosen natives of the land lay shivering naked their houses pipe dreams shattered by god’s children.

who take what’s not theirs. which god is this who cares for the chosen children

forsake the ones not chosen born of this land their bones grown in this land from time immemorial

but do not belong here prayers alone will not save us they lament their god abandoned children of palestine, those whose blood and tears have nourished this land just so they will be sacrificed for the chosen ones and their comfort and safety of the queen

and her esteemed guests parachuted in shipped to the holyland while we suffer so. god

if you are out there

tell me why some call themselves chosen but not the palestinians even as bombs travel in silent and devastating death and destruction leaving mangles and maimed bodies of innocent children. bombs. they travel silent but kill loudly.

tell me why?