Saikou Diallo
Photography and Poem By Zac Taylor
The colour is red. The colour of magma. Fire. Heat The colour of blood. He’s done lots of travelling From Guinea overseas to England He watched trees wave at him The ocean crashing at his limb The colour is red Yet he hates blood and violence As he wants none dead He’s seen people in poverty In Guinea overseas and in England. He watched people begging him Now he’s almost given in.