Fiery Stars - Ighali Sylvia Shikhu (BA 2nd Semester)

Story of the old and dying ambers,

Old norms conquered by the future.

The bitter truth of the new era,

Resonates in whispers, and hushed voices,

In graves, of kings and men.

Of freedom and free men,

Blotches on the innocent,

And sinners trod with pride.

Yet mounting, drooling for better,

Those were the days I say.

When in times of rage and utter fury,

The symphony of chaos created mad ballads.

As I dance forlorn, enslaved I am,

For the betrayal tightens me.

Each step counted, and counted twice.

Will I be the first to witness?

A forlorn vision of my stars ablaze,

Is it too late to rhyme with fire?

The fiery stars gaze upon me,

My rage, my wrath, my anger,

Reflected in their immortal rays.

Ode to Lost Peace – Neingusenuo Kin (BA 2nd Semester)

The leaves had fallen,

The dust had settled.

The streets, lonely.

All that walked past it, the winds.

And mournful was the skies.

Just clouds, darkened clouds.

What had happened,

To this street always filled with joy?

The stars, they shone no more,

Something was wrong, terribly.

Something had been lost forever.

Was it on the streets or heavens above?

Something ought to change,

Or is it us, humans

Who have altered His divine plans?

Peace, the elixir for our liberty.

And so it was,

The brave tower stood still,

Though frozen in shock and grief.

Anguished pathos runs shrill.

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The Elixir Called Music - Pithungo Shitio (BA 2nd Semester)

In every walk of my life,

From kindergarten till today,

There hasn’t been a single day,

That I miss listening to my songs,

From Boom-box to the Speakers.

Music is stained in my soul.

Bliss was when I learnt of it.

Being completely attached to it,

Gives my mind undying peace;

The musicians of the world.

From the King of Rock and Roll,

To the legends which people remember,

Music of all sorts fills my abode,

As I etch tunes in my heart,

Creating timeless memories forever.

From the rapper Jay-Z to pop Madonna,

Elvis, to Westlife, and Moffats,

Every single song that’s composed by them,

Is a retelling of their life so real,

And they compel me to listen.

And wherever I may be,

At home, at college, or at the park,

My ipod, I never leave it behind.

My portal to the world of music,

Keeps me spirited on the gloomiest days still.

Oh dear music, melodies, and symphonies!

Gratitude for pleasing my soul.

This life is nothing without you.

You are my passion, you are my culture,

Till I bite the dust and bid adieu.

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