Tribute To a Friend
Liberty's tree is reeling drunk indeed
upon the life of saints and patriots alike
though I speak of a hit and run strike
men are crushed in her wine press of need
Why did she pluck such a good fellow?
who fought our beasts of oppression
who peddle sorrow, tears and depression
as he bravely stood for a better tomorrow
Dimgba, you were a bright beacon of hope
you made friends early with bitter truth
that made many stand before you mute
as you gave the poor masses a reason to cope
Yes we shall march to your grave side
to lay to rest these fears that enslave us
these pains that hold us down like a curse
these we shall bury deeply side by side
To mother earth your body shall rest at last
your free spirit shall soar on a crescent star
guiding men who will arise to leave a scar
upon these political heavens held fiddly fast
We shall not say goodbye but well done
your enduring legacy will never be undone
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2014
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