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Nightmare by Frank Chipasula | Poetry Foundation

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Darkness chained me to my tattered reed mat;

Share Darkness chained me to my tattered reed mat; The head of tyranny sprinkled The soot of ignorance in my eyes, and sleep Hammered my head with slogans, Then a nightmare stumbled on my sprawled life, Tripped on the alarm of my heart, And set me singing a healing song. With song I bandage my ravaged land; With the thread of song I sew the chopped heads Back on the shoulders of the plucked flowers. I plug the neck gash with a war chant; With a sharp spear whose tongue sings, I rip the veil of darkness from our land, And the nightmare flees my secret light. Copyright Credit: Frank Chipasula, "

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