Three Years Later: In Living Memory of Isaiah Abraham!

Of movement, and of development, the hope began
It started so gaily, so willful and so unequivocal to bring justice,
But has now turned in to a snake that bites his own tail
For a decisive pen is too superior a thing; they flinch in pain
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The darkness that surrounds us is so monsterous,
But not an inevitability to overcome
A hope for a just and freer society shall not be so dimmed their worth
Fuelled by noisy patriotism of uncertainty,
A vast literally republic remains cowed into submission,
A submission that is both shouldered on blind loyalty and fear
Yet, deprave of any sensibility reduced to a level of silent impotence;
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But listen, you fools, it doesn’t part with us until we part with it
Such flitting shadows of callousness and injustice are not immortal
To remain grounded in tribal vanity, devoid of pragmatic acuity is primordial
But, for what the heart desires can’t be taken away,
Freedom rather than repression will free sullied soul
Exempting it from suppression and from pain
A soul, which can’t be depressed by fear;
Nor too much conjured by the sublimest lust for vanity
Is a soul governed by truth and reason!
A day will come when reason will rule; a time when justice will keep the throne;
While the faculties of ineptitudes watch on
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But not until then, the hope will be deferred,
Deferred only to remain anguished in paucity;
A congenital poverty – both of the voice and of reason!
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Ajang Aguer @ RIP Isaiah Abraham Diing Chan Awuol – your writings still live on.