Songs of Anisha
“The Red Society,”
by Abayomi Ogunniyi
Drums dance to
the tunes of their
warnings:
the might and strength of
towns are wailing tones of
grief beyond our bounds.
Days are strings of tension,
pulling the heart away while.
the feet move at sunrise to
make hay.
Night, the symphony of the
singing in tales amid
the wild beasts of the cave.
Breeds of flesh and blood flee,
for the lust of siege that
breathe beneath their heels.
Thorns of heavy feet waving
in misery at the dark coven of
their cave.
The war split their identity,
morality is vain and serene;
celebrating heroes of siege
and disasters.
Across the hills;
the abode of weapons.
across the sea and mountains,
the foot and faces of scars
draining human fluid across their
path.
“Angola,”
by Abigail George
You watched them fall
Their limbs torn apart
Children stumbled
Shattered and bleeding
Now do you still believe in war?
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