Songs of Anisha
“Closed Spaces,”
by Abigail George
This is life –
There are no children on the playground
Only empty bullets and gang warfare.
“Ethiopia,”
by Mbizo Chirasha
see talking slums
silenced tongues
freedom silenced
hope killed
a bling of ghettos
collapsed humanity
mothers weeping,
under the compression of religion
trees dripping tears
ethiopia, your festering open wounds
you are my anger!
children burn in smouldering canisters of hunger
time opened new wounds of memories of old scars
chained on rocks of ignorance
you need a compass of decency
my poetry is a catalyst fermenting your injustices
into beverages of justice
you are my sadness!
your heartbeat bleached in political fermentations
rhythm galvanized in furnaces of cultural myth
laughter imbibed by the rude stomach of the gun
culture crushing under the weight of globalization
ethiopia, you are my wound!
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