A Dirge To a Friend In Captivity

A DIRGE TO A GREAT MAN IN CAPTIVITY Like the morning sun you appeared in front of us with your glory Like the satellite you outshone the stars while they talk of your story Your shoulder was a mountain which gave birth to springs to flow Even the grasses looked up to you like a fertilizer to grow Difficult as it sounds you were a noise we listened to as sound Your dark skin glitter like the diamond On your head lies the dreaded hair of a Nazarite So tall like the iroko you stood amongst other trees The squeeze on your neck so thick like the Tigers skin In your sight fear runs while brevity is your kin How empty does thy name now sound Your journey to your fall a reality we do not understand The hands you put fish hook on used you as their bait Your faith was decided by a mere soul O... Thou great Father, your end a journey never foretold Difficult as it sounds your memory will live on While your Litany will be told as tales by your friends. TO A FRIEND HUNTED DOWN BY HIS OWN CHOICE