The Priest With a Saxophone

he came, his sword unsheathed like his forbears in -deed cutting through thickets of injustice and oppression he plunged deep into the hearts, and the heart of corruption he came, a priest in lyrics robe made an altar of music he called forth saxophone horns and drums did his bidding lyrics, rhythm and harmony were his adornments imbued with power of music he cast off cassock of white lily thoughts and embraced the gourd of black wisdom necklace of cowries adorned his neck he pulled down frontiers and fortes of imperialisms and all isms he lived Africa bought and thought Africa he died African.... FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI