Defiance: poem dedicated to Ken Saro Wiwa and other victims of tyranny

By Demola Adefajo

Nature jests at the quencher of the body
Who can conjure up not a single soul.
Time mocks at the jailor
Who can still not the hands of the clock.
Woe to the crusher of the rebellion
Who can alter not the direction of the heart.
Let the living bury not the memory of the dead
Nor the free the shackled.
Look not at your wound,
Brood not over the dead
Lest the tyrant rejoice at his conquest.

Dedicated to Ken Saro Wiwa and other victims of tyranny