Poetry: WHISPERS

by Henry Emenike Anumudu I. On that dark and moonless night I saw them… Trample noiseless into cascades of derelict blocks I heard them… Beg and cry, whimper and moan ‘Twas fruitless, souls were thrown, like bags Into dark empty wagons I saw them… And my heart thumped. as the sound, rickety…rickety tore, like a... Read More