Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Heroes and Heroines that rest

The day before you died
Is like that day you died
We had no time to learn of your stories
Your loved ones had no time to embrace you
No one had time to say goodbye
You went for a cause
And you died during the course
You died for a cause
The day you died
Is like that day before you died
You left no story to anyone
You said nothing to anyone
You just went
We heard nothing of you
We saw nothing of you
But your works
The day after you died
The sky played the rain song again
Showers, patters and splatters
Like the story in your “Story of My Life’’
We told the funeral tale of our land
On the ambers of our memories
Just like the day before you died
My heroes you are not here to input in the building
Of a nation you so much envisaged
I stand here not to mourn your mould
But to mourn for your untold story of
the mould of mud mudding on the tiles
As you lay dead in numbers, for years
Un-mourned
Unburied
Unsung
Unheard
In the cold dry soil
Leaving your remains as a final metaphor
For posterity to read the rot in the land
You clutch a manuscript of metaphors
As you descend to eternal time leaving your final metaphor
For poets to carve the ultimate poem

The day after you died
Is like that day before you died
but you are not here
My heroes you are not here
To poem our lives
Marred by the day after you died
We underwent serious times
That needed the brave ones like you
The strong ones like you
The resilient ones like you

The day after you died
Is like that day before you died
We did not get the present
you posted to us at the time of your death
You posted independence
You posted an envelop addressed “Sovereignty”
It did not arrive on time
Some went to collect it in Lancaster
After which the white man struck us
With a slap that made great man groan
He struck us with a hand called “sanctions”
The stripes were labeled “targeted”
The day before you died
This country was slapped again
Smith can confirm in his grave
So, the day you died
Is like the day before you died

Heroes and heroines that rest
Rest in peace
Rest knowing that we miss you
You left us when we needed you most
You left a job undone
Those who remain
Are “remains” for sure
Products of great mentorship by you
Though we know the truth
A product of food consumed
Is an unwanted product
Some, who remain,
are products of your hard work
They are not hard work
The day before you died
Is like the day after you died

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