Voice to the Voiceless Fortune Nwaiwu
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How can a bird born for joy Sing in a cage ? How will a singer Like me sing again when the horns Of norms Have pierced me , - When tradition has pinned me down With widow ’ s rites ? ***
The Luminaries ( Spoken by the Widow )
Let the moon Shine and illuminate my gloom .
Let the sun Shine that I may shoot my gun .
Let the heavenly stars Zoom out so I may see my bars
Who ' ll dry my tear As my sorrows flare ?
Who can understand the rhythm in my heart As it moves to part ?
So let the moon Swoon ;