Night Exodus — Frank Mkalawile Chipasula

The soft footfalls of those whoVanished in the dark thunderstormsRing towards my dimly-lit roomAdvancing shadows ducking searchlightsTheir voices cracked and broken:A bloody blur fading into night, echoesLeave behind silhouettesOf nightmares, abandoned mutilated hopes, behindThey shower sad, beaten flowers, scarredBroken men, spirits whipped and torturedChains exerting their iron gripOn their necks, stiffling each forming word;The shadow […]

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