In bricks painted in different faces
Life appears
From mere tadpoles to skulls with woven threads
The bruised dreams spit scarlet tears
From memories of sour days
My tears, a lonely river
Deserted by the handkerchiefs of earth
The sun, at its throne
Burning our feet with smoking mud
The crumb left of life
Is a feast to our death betrothed throats
Man seeks a pathway
And rest on the shoulders of time
The earth gone deaf
But hungry for our carcasses
Silence, the meal of a tongue in grief
Soul in solitude
Blameless, the crow of lingering faith
Composed by Awa Chigozie Jerome and Akan
Udofia E. ...All Rights
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