Sublime
(After The Massacre)
written by: Amina Akinola
@Akinola51
When I came back
Some shadowed things were moving in the land, & “my body became an apparel of honour.”
The sun shone bright;
There were living voices for Fre[e] Dom
There were tunes gladdened with soft rhythms through the moons of never /failing Saturdays.
There were no wet reds and moist soil
There were dreams of thriving children
There were nights made for love
More than hope ___ certainly
More than goodness ___it was love
It was love giving away the fury of our feet.