30/05/2023
THE LAST TIME HEROES FELL
Tell Dimgba that the Ikoro hz sounded but once
Our children has turned to chicken slaughtered in celebration!
Of the two different coloured hands tied to the rodders of a ship with crazy Captains.
Tell the dancers that dirges should not have their feet in the air,
That joy should be distant from the voice of the mourner
Tell freedom that bravery is a tool it should sell to us
Schemes should be our anchor.
Tell the naïve man who listens not to the tales
of the old
That the hunt for the squirrel has just started
He should put on his wings
Borrow the eyes of the hawks
Trade his sensibility for that of the snake
And be rouse to anger as fast as the snail parades the face of the earth.
Tell He who points an accusing finger at the Holy Man in hiding
That glad tidings is not a thing of the past yet
that our heros are nt blind like their godfathers
Tell them that our journey is still far yet, we would dare cross the Atlantic with a canoe made of paper
Inform them that though our halved yellow sun has turned quartered,
We know that the black darkness will be disturbed
By the pure red blood of our sons
Not the undeads, the ones that are certain
That though the moon goes on break,
It must surely shine forth
In Memory of our fallen HEROS.
May 30th, we still remember!!!