Collection Of Poems For Ken Saro-Wiwa

KEN AWAKE
(Tribute to Ken Saro-wiwa)
Dance to us again
The dance of your people
The ogoni traditional dance
The Scintillating dance
That rekindles the fickle minds
Motivating them to sing war songs
Songs of freedom, injustice and rebirth
We watched you at the wrestling contest At the literary battlefield
And saw you acrobatic displays
The defeat of your opponents With your piece Sozaboy”
A novel in rotten English
In another harvest, y our poems. Their verses were sonorous
Yet they indicated sadness, pity…
Oh! That of “Ogale’”, a poem of war conditions
Threw me apart mentally, as Ogale a town did lie naked
In the hands of the Nigerian civil war.
Give us your golden pen Pen of good hope
That makes the sarows, here and abroad
Where is Basi and company? Where is the publishers gone? When shall he return
To continue the liberation struggle?
When shall another Soyinka, Achebe
Shakespeare. Aristotle of Ogoni emerge in your place?
This death!, death at the crossroads
That struck you on the road to freedom Has left literal scholars in tears.
THE PERFECT LIGHT
Like a firefly that flies at night Ken flashed a perfect light
It was Daytime
And Tappers headed riverside Ogonis were awake
They reminiscence on their losses It was a perfect light
It contained uric-acid
Its luciferin reacted violently
In the minds of the minority people.
Like a firefly that flies at night Ken flashed a perfect light
That produced an amazing powers of revolution He shaped golden teardrops And had the razor on his lips.
As a rebel
Like a firefly that flies at night Ken, flashed a perfect light
And gave the candlelight of educational progress and Ogonis flew to Europe
I n search of knowledge
But today, Ken. has flew away He is trapped like an ant
Trapped in the tree’s honey like resin As he scurried along a tree trunk
Arguing for his peoples BiII of rights Lamenting against injustice
Injustice meted on his people, Niger Delta…
But his detractors switched it off Before Christmas
They should understand that Ken’s light The footprints of Ken Saro-wiwa
Still shines now and years to come.
To be continued Nwagwu Samuel wrote from Port Harcourt