The Contrast

In slumbering slope they lay, their gaiety snores in rhythmic peaks of cadences, The lily livered japes Kings from central castings, Heroes of one hour, jostling for President with mere words Resigned to bed now, save one. Cowards, afraid of prison walls seeking fame by fraud. Oh Fame, how Disinterested oh time, how revealing motives concealed but not to all, they were boys all along impressing us by publicity with drama for the surface But the sternest stood alone though jeered and calumniated, yet undeterred taunted by the guns of the oppressors marooned in their prison confined to Abuja denied of dignity Yet his passion soars with coruscation of brilliancy The quest for freedom stems from the heart the cause for which he dared a tyrant who sought a cause by a fraudulent jurist to make him bend or make him bow. unlike the cowards he never stooped, he stirred the oppressed from their slumber, and made some men by delayed revolution. where are all the orators who came to bury Caesar by campaign? They snore in the bedroom unaffected by the groaning of the people some seeking publicity by suing twitter, others purloining at the tables of business felons. In the struggle for emancipation, the boys are separated from the men. Dedicated to Omoyele Sowore The Nigerian Born Activist who stood alone when other younger candidates resigned to fate after the fraudulent election that imposed Buhari