One Minute Silence 1 Poem by Fawole Immanuel Taiwo

Akin to the sword falling
From the hand of a prolific fighter
And as the pen falling
From a valiant writer
So have you, an advocate of the Ebony
Fallen from the Cosmos.

Though a sojourner to the world I understand you are,
But your departure to our likes;
That spells a casual stay.
Your copious triumph seems minute
As we reminisce on your atrocious deicide.
To the Ebony nation, you remain a deity.

To your acrimonious vamoose,
I dedicate a minute silence diurnally.
In this, I picturesquely bethink your goals and gaols.
How you addressed over 200,000 negroes
And herald sanguinity.
How you sermoned that conflagration recoils serenity.

In the one minute silence
That I closely forget clocks,
I remember you had a dream.
Let this medium tell you that it has began to materialise.
From the stream of your dream;
I take a sip.

As you reply when called King;
To us, you remain an undecrownable king.
Through my one minute communication medium with you,
Let me apprise you that a likewise now rules the world.
You dreamt of White walking down the aisle with Black.
Sire, the White now propose the Black on, genuflecting.

My minute calls for conclusion.
Tell our suchlikes in your terrain that Blacks now rule
Tranquilly in their affairs.
Sire, hold on till nature gives me another one minute tomorrow.
Till we meet to no depart
;
Our motto we'll voice, WE HAVE A DREAM.