Songs of Anisha
“Something Tells Me I Should Run,”
by Marvel Chukwudi Pephel
To you.
To the fire that is a memory.
To remembrance that is grief.
Something tells me I should run
To the haunted rooms in my head.
To solace that will never be.
Something tells me I have nowhere to run.
“Songs And Their Prophets,”
by Abayomi Ogunniyi
Across the midst of the
wilderness,
A voice shouting within the
siege of the unseen.
The ear of an ignorant soul drags
Its tone to the mud of unjust
wrath.
Melody is lost by the
rhythm of the outcast.
Silence, like a sheep in the
bewildered clove of wolves.
I come in wild attire of animal
skin to declare the tones of
truth within your strings of
deceit.
I pulled your wild eyes away
from its beats:
the sounds from its clef of
pride within the octave of
your torture.
For souls to sing for its
freedom in the way of
his belief.
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