Tade Ipadeola
IV
We exhale with the metals on this anniversary –
Metals of cannons, ores of cannon balls.
We exhale with metals laid to rest, metals
On the pyre of the sun. Sighing metals
Strangled of speech, steel of human resolve.
We join a century of metals exhaling here
And each shaft of the sun sings as we
Exhale. A choir of the cosmos joins the hymn.
And now, Fofana, friend of all my fathers,
Let us inhale with the trees, the grass
The very island and the sea. And strum
The silent khalam, muse of living souls,
Muse of redemption and the life. Strum
Beyond the sighs and sorrows and the pain.
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