My Phoenix died a dozen
Times before dawn;
The last was his truest,
And he awoke in a of blaze words,

Not a legend. Call me Madiba
That my enemies may collapse
In packs of conscience -
Each the colour of his mind,

While I go down with the sun and

Resurrect a full moon:
I am not a poet, only a lone voice
With words playing in my head,

I speak to the winds and the storms
Come to me in whispers.

© Jude Ifeme


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