Say:
we shall not fall
nor lose our being
nor crumble upon
the seduction of time.
Even while these times
may fly with flames
like a wounded dragon
writhing with fury,
Even while our roads
may become undertakers
rowdily roaring to become
mongers of the morgue,
Even while the days
may spend currencies of fear
erecting worry infrastructures
in our dwindling hopes,
Even when the tides
may seek to overflow
and flood the banks
of our waiting tears.
We shall not fall
nor lose our being
nor crumble upon
the seduction of time.
No, not November,
not December, not any-mber!
No, not now…
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Written by Yusuff Uthman
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