The Snail Poem by John Paul Sam Nkwain

Two Thousand Seasons have gone
Change remains a fact and fiction.
And many change makers have come.
The beautiful ones are not yet born.

Armah did not see them.
His frustration spoke volumes.
Achebe did not see them.
His pen is still speaking volumes.
Ngugi has not seen them.
His works are touching volumes.

I am yet to see.
My pen is mightier than the sword.
The spears of my literary artillery
are erudite and sharp.
So my children will see them!
But the politics of their day will endorse.