Frank Chipasula Poems

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1.
A Poem For Martyrs' Day

The first vowel of pain
pierces the night, O!
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2.
Nightmare

Darkness chained me to my tattered reed mat
The hand of tyranny sprinkled
The soot of ignorance in my eyes, and sleep
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3.
Wizard

Your hammer prints its arc on the face
of the sky when you swing
A thousand birds in your rock hammer
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