Before the pilot’s arrival
Open your chest of treasure
In me deposit with pleasure
These grey of yester years
Tucked away in pairs
For the journey it can not boost
Reflect on the hood of man
That I call a beast of burden
Cud forth on husbandry
Declare his wholesome steering
In temperance of wad resides?
Recall the price of sanctity
In the daily profession
Of labour and dignity
Where corruption is sanity
Release the steady current
That stirred your rugged turbine
And kindle the fire in me
You strolled with many a Khaki
Converged with flowing robes
But kept your hand unsoiled
Won’t you rather vomit
That pill for total man
Before you cross the abyss?
Shall the pill be mine
If I see you taken away?
1 comment:
The late Olikoye Ransome Kuti was a man i adored. He looked gentle and indeed lived so. He was my hero that i never met. I wish i had the opportunity of hearing some fatherly advice from him before he died.
I wrote this before he died, but he never got to see it. Well, such is life. I like his life style.
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