ANTOA POETRY: Dirge to African Christs

Dirge to African Christs

The ground hums of their glory

At night.

Their blood flows long into our

Freedom like River Nile.

They wield the handle of every

Word and cut through injustice

Like a sword.

Chained by their rulers,

They carried the cross of liberation,

From the four cardinal points.

And gave their last breath,

So we breathe on.

They live among us.

Their names we praise

Like saints in a rosary.

By Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.

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