Mohamed Saloo is a poet, author,
spoken word artist from Batley, West Yorkshire.
He is also a cofounder of a poetry group
giving space for people to share their own works.
I have been lucky enough to have followed his work
for quite some time, and have had a few conversations,
however this review has been written
ignoring all of that and just focusing on the work.
Opening with a strong triple whammy.
"A better youth, we thought"
Is like a call to the youth to show
strength and goodness, to overcome all of the isms
and the hate that surges through the world
like a deepening flood,
and in these dark times,
this is exactly what the world needs to hear.
"We watched hate" and "The hopes that didn't last"
Show us where we could have made a change,
where minds were starting to align,
and unkindness was becoming a thing
left in bad times,
but then we let all these good things crumble,
and are where we are today,
a world that sits divided.
I have always liked poetry
with a powerful message,
A poet can express in just one page
so much empathy, so much love for the human race,
and so much rage
at how we are being led
to a cage to become beasts that only care
for our own circles.
And if this book was only highlighting
the injustices so many people suffer
because of the colour of their skin,
or their belief system,
or just because someone perceives them
as different to him,
if it was only this,
id hold this in really high regard,
but it's more,
It's beautifully written
with real talent and dedication to the craft,
it draws you in with every line,
painting the images into your brain
so that you can feel the stories
that are contained within.
So no I don't hold it in high regard,
I hold it as a must buy.
It is an important record of the world today,
and a piece of art that is full of striking beauty.
Please take the time to devour every line,
cleanse this world
of the hate and bigotry,
let us become the future we should be.
you can find the book here, along with lots of poetry
or you can find him on Instagram
@saloomohamed
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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