Until Caesar re-awakens
I will to Brutus speak venom aching
Until hope no longer beckons
Until the sun quakes apart from reckons
Will my tongue from its roof spit
That is, profess truth from its enclave
Saga giantly than the proud oceans rave
Will I today give with enormity
Until a saro-wiwa resurrect
Will I emit fire, till another twilight
Truth commonly soul-spaded
Daggered in its bitter benign throat
Choked and drained of green growth
Spates of necessity in to its mouth locked
Forever there decked
Will I speak volume
Of the mind-searing malignancy
Of the resisting elephants by the market shot
Of infested kills inside proclaimed decency
Does mouth not cease to surrender
Failure of the whimsical pretenders
Let ozuluonye from miles hear my creed
Rejection of your word
Have I failed heed
My decision with thee I plead
Knowledge I possess
Of your concern and protective deed
That which from Mothers proceed
But a must they feel it a nailing bar
Deep on their forehead a mar
To impede evil
Which they bred like forever
Should I fail to unveil this
Like a very bitter rhapsody
What if I die before the rose blossoms?
Who tells the tales of heads gruesome?
Thus my cross this era shall be
To pave a way to rise
For days of ashabi
After my demise
Many while to come and it shall be
