Of No Consequence (2)

All nearly came my way I thought I had it all I almost got to the dead point The last baton almost slip off me Even at the edge of my last breathe I remain resolutely resolute . . . For I am an unrepentant people’s warrior I warbled to them “All your torture I already know Your wickedness I have encountered What will you unleash on me again? It is of no consequence” Alayande Stephen T. 3.25am 12th October, 2007 All the poems written on this day Was written inside Agbala’s vigil.