Christabella

I have heard about a song
title Christabella, the
melody is a light in the
world of the blind, her
voice dry tears.


Men imagine how soft are
the lips that bear this
voice, how tender are the
hands that love this drum?
She is the queen of the
black nation.

From middle belt this
melody invades the world
death is not a barrier,
power of art! ! ! woe to the
heart that does not acknowledge
it.May fate play its role
through the wind that blows
from north to south.

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu EnyinwaReport problemRelated quotes
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