from the gloomy dark
passing through pot-holes
of smoky flames
searching for a home to dwell.
We have come again
with our bony carcass
living deads in fading caskets
to eat from the barren coconut tree
weeping without water in it’s womb.
We have come again
chanting the songs of liberation
crying in mental starvation
chasing voices in our heads
hoping the sun will smile on us.
We have come again
licking the mucus of tears
sucking the breasts of fear
broken and bathed with blood
steered and shackled in sorrow.
We have come again
dancing to the beats of agony
shedding tears under cruel storms
paying homage on these falling walls.
We have come again…
Written by: Moses Opara
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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