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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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