Our Voice Shall Be Heard

(for Chinua Achebe) Any who lives in time’s documents Must with feet have graced the tunes Of drums my verse clan drummed Which every soul in highest frenzy trapped. When the eyes of noble history Shall ope’ to the unborn who like sentry Wait for the cock to crow the herald: Jungle readiness for new generation added; Then we are the ancients and ancestors Drawn from the once famous fallen Generation – then as myths Heard by the ever-hearing ears Our tunes mezzotinted shall be heard Even in this cosmo-jungle clearly heard.