Songs of Anisha
I hung up my fears
For I was bright with their pain
Oh I died that day
Oh I died that day
While drifting to the helpless East
To that damp cold earth filled
With drowsy mournful Asters
Then the smell of dead men came alive
Black dogs clustered to the earth
Their children beside them with gripping hands!
“The Sudan,”
by Abigail George
The Sudan is a hell I can no longer bear alone
Here humanity has no colour
It cannot deceive or lie only penetrate
The heart of a nation
It is only simply a demonstration
Of an invisible people
That will leave you weak
At the knees; like something beautiful,
Or dust clouds or the decay of rubbish in the streets.
The light, energy from the sun
Is all consuming and criminal today
What will finally give meaning
To the children’s lives?
The disabled steal hope,
Happiness and loveliness away.
Their feet are no longer on the ground
As are mine because of the pain
That did succeed in hanging me.
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