MY SOLITARY LETTERS

Anthem Of The Survived

All we can do is wash our blood
In rivers of mud
As the sands lick up our wounds
Like a child to his tears:
Perhaps, we haven't cried enough, have we?
The pebbles are stained crimson.

When their knives fall in love with our flesh,
We reminisce:
The cracked walls of the cemetery are still stronger
Than a thousand tombstones:
Death is forever weak.
Then the anthem of the survived sings:

All we can do is wash our blood
In rivers of mud
As the sands lick up our wounds
Like a thumb to strings of a wooden harp.

©Samuel Jr.

Samuel Adeyemi (Samuel Jr.) is a poet and a spoken word artist. He currently studies English and Literature at Federal University, Lokoja. A lover of music, sports and art, He hails from Kogi state and resides in Abuja.

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