Marta sits
On the warm red earth
A document in her hands,
Though she cannot read
She understands.
This is the ticket
To freedom
For her,
And for Nalago.
Yet,
She knows,
That with freedom
Comes responsibility.
She must plan,
She cannot rush,
Headlong
Into the throng.
Pieter may be the key,
She will test him,
Best him
If she can.
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Owain Glyn
