ifedayo oshin

Rookie (Ondo, Nigeria)

The Priest With A Saxophone - Poem by ifedayo oshin

he came, his sword unsheathed
like his forbears in -deed
cutting through thickets of injustice and oppression
he plunged deep into
the hearts and the heart of corruption

he came, a priest in lyrics robe
made an altar of music
he called forth saxophone
horns and drums did his bidding
lyrics, rhythm and harmony were his adornments

imbued with power of music
he cast off cassock of white lily thoughts
and embraced the gourd of black wisdom
necklace of cowries adorned his neck
he pulled down frontiers and fortes
of imperialisms and all isms

he lived Africa
bought and thought Africa
he died African....

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 17, 2011

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