Oh Karla this is such a sad piece.

I love how your poems always have some great meaning behind them, always to open up our eyes and hearts to the things going on in this world.

I love this poem for the meaning, the flow, the feelings I get when reading it.

You are a genius!

x

Mother Africa,
what is freedom when
poverty and illiteracy still cage?

--- This sentence sent shivers to my body and i know what you meant by that but it make me asked myself what freedom is..

What is freedom? Freedom to me is went we achieve justice. Freedom is more than just the word, its peace in one's mind and in our environment. Freedom is not doing whatever we want, noo, Freedom is being able to breath without inhaling smoke per se and more importantly to me Freedom is the end result of an open mind that has a conscientious to seek for the well being.

Hi Karla
A stron poem, very deep and with great passion.
Freedom has to be guarded, freedom is not free of charge, it cost a lot

br
Ole

I agree its really deep:)
I love this poem great job:)

Beautifully expresses the destruction caused by landmines .............broader sense , oppression

Karla, this blew me away.

She hugged herself,
staring at her mutilated leg,

^ I googled the map of Angola. I found that at the bottom, it looks like a mutilated leg. Did you mean so? If yes, then brilliant!

humming a song in Portuguese.

^... I already hear the hums :)

Mother Africa,
don't cry for Angola
when the silent enemy kills again.

^ Wow, wow.. the sound is getting better and better. I already feel sucked in your atmosphere.

He walks with some difficulty
as he talks about the Civil War,

^ Again, the idea of the mutilated leg. I think you mean here as a soldier, but I can't remove the map shape from my head.

Mother Africa,
let me kneel down
before you for your blood
is my heritage.
Mother Africa,
what is freedom when
poverty and illiteracy still cage?

^ MY FAVORITE STANZA. This is art. I love it.

And the ending, it's just amazing.

Karla, you cried my heart, too.

Your poem is good, but is a sad story.

This is an undeniable masterpiece Karla. I'm rather speechless. I love the emotion in the last stanza, as well as the overall story (which was, by the way, breathtaking). Great passion was put into this poem, and great brilliance has it achieved.