Songs of Anisha
Pushed to crimes.
All that stares back at me
Are pale brownness and redness
The land is green
It’s green for me.
In the posh residences of
The demonized exploiters,
Green shrubs are flowers.
Well fed children
Bounce around like
Green ping-pong.
Ornately dressed wives,
Shuffle around in
Green abadas.
And in the wallets of them all,
The green dollar is the legal tender.
TY,
Soloist for the state,
What was your motivation?
State-day performances?
“Textures Of Darkness,”
by Adebayo Akinloye
glimpses of foggy feelings
outlined in rough texture of darkness
cataclysmic sadness enshrouded
in sunken sockets
of eerie eyes in broken skull
my fears are my self
immortal thoughts bargaining an end
adult eyes immobiled.
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