Songs of Anisha
“Bloodbath,”
by Senator Ihenyen
Bloodbath!
I see bloodbath bursting in your eyes and
splashing in the thunderstorms of your nights! It is not the lightning that flashes
in the sky on these frightened faces, but the rage of our endless strives
and bloody battles in our drunken earth, drenching our wings of dreams!
Bloodbath!
It is not thunder that thumps in the deafening sky!
And neither are they the echoes of our drums under the
moon drunken with the palm-wine of our dances! They are the bloody bombs
blowing our hearts to pieces in violent explosions,
drowning our innocent lamentations!
Bloodbath!
These are not the colours of the rainbow that I see in the sky
rising above our hopeless heads! But ribbons of our blood
gushing and rushing like a horrible nightmare in our arch of hate from our hearts
of plagues!
Bloodbath!
It is not rain that rushes with pain
down these wounded eyes and swollen faces! They are the swords of our tears
tottering down in heavy
drops
of
despair!
Bloodbath!
…it is not ink
that pours in the pen of this poet with pain…
but our innocent tears and blood! Bath of blood!! Bloodbath!!!
“Stars On the Sea,”
by Al-Kasim Abdulkadir
This shimmering sea at noon
Glitters a thousand
Drowning stars.
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