Friday, October 1, 2010

Requiems


Nightmares and dreamscapes,
Requiems for cursed days.
From eternal chasms of loss
To the silent minutes after,
The ship of this nation’s been rocked
And hauled to rip asunder.
Our hay days pronounced the pain.
How we did thrive in waste
Is the miracle
That bonds us as one people.

Akpan



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