Sons Of Their Time Poem by Francis Julian Zewu

At the rise of the sun from east
Sets of African drums hits
Beats of sounds never heard pounded
Living cry of voices ever heard sounded.

And as the bright moon glows with enchantment
Twitters of birds everywhere
Sons of their time came to being,
Heroes and warriors were cuddled
In arms of love and warmth
Preparing to embark
On mission of passion
To fulfill destinies.

Sons of their time,
When their cranks tailored towards
Total liberation of their very own people

Realized,

They were trapped, captured and celled.
Just refused to surrender to a regime of oppression
Suppression of free minds and exploitation,
Thinking they might struck with fear and despair,
Shocked stuck giving up the fight,
Shuttered living behind encapsulate minds
Forgetting at time of breath of life
They came with accompanied free minds
Grew with uncontrollable intricacies of intelligence
Not to be controlled by none except own conscience.

At a time, their temperament escalated!
Yet controlling temperance holding on to tenancies.
Their imaginations rose into ideas
Ideal to be dreams
Tense of vision and mission
Possibly their destinies.
When tried living revelations not speculations
Sons of their time, were
Hated envied and pursued without meaning.

Their mesmerized words of wisdom

Vomited,

Rose above all strength
And termed crack and powerful
Sensational by all standards
More than spears and swords
Ever marshaled by Shaka of Zulu times.
Achieving its very aims.

Sons of their time,
Sense of dedication And commitment
To their thoughts of truth
Pure to be ignited not ignored
Fearless in spirit they stood,
Peerless for liberty and unity.

Fought the possibilities of tendencies
Of making mistakes
Argued the mission of imperfect sense
Propensity to cheat
and proposition to vision not illusion.

Sons of their time,
Forever your memories will last
Forever your inner desires cherished!
Forever your very gift of purpose beacon eternal
Glory to the fights of national liberation
Continental emancipation.

Eternity we shall hold you in high cosmic.
Sons of their time,
When shall the
Sons of our time come?
When, when?
Sons of their time.