Songs of Anisha
across the Ocean behind Tall Insulations
hoping we could gather their pleading voices
from Africa to Santo Domingo
from Cuba to Haiti
from Jamaica to Rio de Janeiro
from Ghana to Guyana and from Harlem to J’burg
can you understand how it feels
to go to work in the morning
after having spent the night
soaking wet in the cold rain
of Winter
“Life,”
by Fr. Remi Okere
This life flies by like
the winter Crow,
humming odes of hardening times.
Tossing us around like
slum kids playing ball
in rugged fields.
For a while, I looked sober.
Who knows what this
life will yield?
Our Dad like others
before him has said
bye and gone home.
May he now rest in peace.
We hope to meet again
one day as we part.
For now, I must surf through
life with a big heart.
Like everything is normal.
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