Thursday, September 10, 2009

Even The Wind Dies.

The trade winds to me
Never mattered much
For whether they blew west
Or they went east
I took no cognisance
For what mattered more
Was the famous fiery wind
That fanned my nation
Whose course I daily observed
Blowing in many directions
Conveying varying expressions.
To the oppressed and suppressed
It conveyed succour
But to their oppressors
In their faces blew guilt
And memos of their many
and destructive imperfections
Its soap spoke for the voiceless
But silenced loud-mouthed traitors
Its fury blew the lids off
Many a can of worms
To expose the rotten deeds
Of many supposed statesmen
His
Was a wind of opposition
That blew against military incursion
Agitating for the liberation of the nation
Not fearing incarceration
His fury made of think
He would blow forever
But now I know
That even winds don't blow forever
For after seventy-one flights
This wind obeyed nature's call
To the grief and shock of all
But forever
Will we keep its memories
The cherished memories
Of a legal luminary
Chief Gani Fawehinmi(SAN)
The fiery wind of opposition
That gave the hopeless hope.

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