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The songs we sing
Are the broken chords
From torn lips,
Cracked wombs
And feet bleeding from a march
Upon the sharp shards
Of broken wings
The songs we sing
Are from the leaping flames
Crackling bones
And a sizzling feast of dreams
Playing from the deafening blasts
Of a deaf nation.
Written by: Oluchi Odono-ekuma