Poetry

September 11, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Ridwan Bello

 

 

 

What activism left me with

 

 

To mention

But few, that name

Was so obvious on their lips.

 

On the street

The walls of

Their homes

On television

And radio houses

Like Gandhi.

 

New slogans

Rhyme on my name

Mouthpiece of my world.

 

But when justices

Betrayed her real meaning

When law hides

Her true diction

And when laughter

Forth without sound

Then I realized it was all a dream.

 

 

 

 

 

Behind our window

 

 

Have you ever

Looked outside

At the dark hour

Of the day, perhaps

Just to know who goes there.

 

Just to see how

Men, women of

Ages, and those

Little poor children

Pass the night out.

 

And so, who cares

About how other

Men live or die

The listener so replied

Forgetting that fate may

Put him one day

Behind our window.

 

 

 

 

 

Ridwan Bello

My Name is Ridwan S. Muhammad Bello, am a student, poet, writer, and a political activist, from Kwara State Nigeria.

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