TRAJEDY
(DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF CHIEF GANI FAWEHINMI S.A.N, S.A.M, 1938-2009)
The man died
Perhaps from the exhaustion
Of journeys he alone embarked upon
For the countless years
Others watched on, passively
Numb to their existence
His was a mission in persistence
Unable to show concern
For their manufactured states
He tried a change of slates
Weep! Weep! Weep!
Under this same sun
Where he earnestly sought
To clothe naked backs
And minds…
With the attire of dignity
Indeed the man died
At knife’s thrust in his back
By the same hands
These are now under restive chins
They wonder if the frontiers, despised
He fought so hard to push back
Were always in their hearts
Not without!
No comments:
Post a Comment