The archive The rabble Poem by Dansadau Musa Jibril · 1992 Clang!, the doors of power banging New henchmen busy re-arranging For the next brigandage ganging: The endless power exchanging Now see them randy and dancing Belching from the filth of tanking Moguls spend the whole day banking And then comes the missile landing! With […]
The archive The Excellencies Poem by Odia Ofeimun · 1982 They move in their merry-go-rounds; satiated, they have little stomach for questions though cups of misery overbrim in the eyes of every man woman and child sprawled out across their rounds they have little stomach for reflections though the faces of those they love may […]
The archive Cactus needles Poem by Syl Cheney-Coker · 1982 I am the man, I suffered, I was there. — Whitman Strikers of Sierra Leone guided by your darkness when they put out the light the yokes of your shoulders, your mirrors that reflect your docility that kills with tenderness strikers when the streets give […]