PAA Poem by AkinloluThe price of activism
I called you Pa, but
your friends fondly called you Sadiku son of Loreku Devotees Worshipped you as their Oracle. They claimed you tattooed the clouds with riddles and that the oceans danced to your ripples. You loved the periwinkles that flavoured grandma's stew but I recall her wrinkles. What I loved the most was her dimples. Papa says the world is ruled by principles Our president is pa's brother but he called him a b*****d and pa called him a prodigal. Pa! Angry cops labelled you a spearhead of rabbles. Their wrath turned your organised protests into street battles. Protesters' anger charged the atmosphere like steam from heated kettles. It became another Hiroshima for those who dared to dabble. Pa! Your Verbal bullets flew with gusto in the heat of battle. They weren't like words from a game of scrabble. I watched those constables charge with 47s and I cringed at the ensuing scuffle. In the yelling match, your face became wet with their collective spittle. And yet, you laughed like they were nothing but fable. You called them fools too dense to challenge their masters' foibles. Blood gushed, it didn't trickle. I watched and wished your skinny frame could defy them like Heracles. The deed is done and now you're a cripple. Image Credit: freepik.com © 2024 AkinloluReviews
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1 Review Added on February 24, 2024 Last Updated on March 29, 2024 AuthorAkinloluLagos, South west Nigeria, NigeriaAboutAkinlolu will not consider himself the best of writers until he becomes a hundred years old. In the meantime he strives towards becoming the best by continually writing poetic descriptions and critici.. more..Writing
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