Songs of Anisha
“Mortal Thoughts,”
by Sean Adetula
Mortal thoughts are like cloudy days
And the sun will never shine through
Cloudy days are the beginnings of hopelessness
And the path of our lives never seem true
Let go our thoughts therefore on a careless gondola
And banish all fret in deep and murky waters
For as our souls relate our tales upon this plane
Then it ill begets the mind to worry our spirits so
Mortal thoughts herald the coming of grief
That bends our minds to the imminence of sorrow
Of timeless requiem and forgotten dirges
Hollow tribute and death’s eye service
But while we wander non-promised paths
Awaiting our turn with the Nazarene
But if fate never moved by sorrow’s plea
Then what we seek must be all we seek.
“The Misuse of Handcuffs,”
by JKS Makokha
(Heartbeats)
(Tension)
“Squat!”
“What?”
“Squat!”
“But…!?”
“What?”
“Squat?”
(Jingles)
(Silence)
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