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When Light Has Gone To Bed [When Light Has Gone To Bed]

Those brutal demons
Lodged in the penumbra of your innocence
Smear your name
With brushstrokes of strange acts
When light has gone to bed

Brazen eves
Tender their trade in bright shadows
And sweet chants calling out to patronizing patrons
When light has gone to bed

And they who reap
From peoples’ lands cultivated in sweat and heat, do so
With the strength of steel; flat, hollow, round or bent, often
When light has gone to bed

Dark is not black
(as they have painted you)
Black is not evil
(but man has made it so)

But there are good souls
Who knit great tidings at your embrace
Others, who seek wisdom in your compound
When light has gone to bed

So we can say, (despite the odds)
We made canvasses of our dreams
From ink dripping through your tip;
Sculpted effigies of our selves
While listening to grandpa’s moonlight tales;
Made a collage of our future
From wax of candles bleeding sore

Yes. We can say it happened thus
When light had gone to bed

Written by: Anyanya Bassey
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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