UNGODLY ANTHEM (by Jon Manuels Enekele)
And we found ourselves
neck deep,
buried in this hole,
this enclave we dug by ourselves. Fanaticism took the wheel
while we lost our will
riding dangerously on this lane,
chasing our shadows
with a gleeful mien of suspicion! Daily,
we grow bombs,
allow them bloom
laying them as wreaths
on the hear