Nexus

Open eyes, witness of vicious injustice
Fusillades of duress and disparage
This light that enters her eyes
Is nothing but nexus of deception and woes

Eyes are the door to soul
Lugubrious, wounded soul of Khadija
Shun this scintillating deceiving world
Closed its doors, the eyes of Khadija

Gambian way to heal the tormented soul
In solitude through her eyes, closed
A strange composure visible on her face
She sought solace in spiritual force

Khadija, a bodacious being
Engulfed by web of deceit, the Grenfell fire
Lives every day in millions of souls
Wet plate collodion tintype baptism, quintessential artist

Dwelling: in this space we breathe
Powerful requiem, her sepia panoply
Posthumous memory, her raison d'être
Camaraderie of British Gambian soul