After Exile Poem by Olalekan Ololade Sobande

TITLE: After Exile
(in demonstration of ENDSARS protest)
POET: Sobande Olalekan Surajudeen
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Cross. Banner. Speaker. Furore.
Dross. Hammer. Floodfire. Revolution.

The sun is the centre of our system

End SARS! End SARS!
5. There are some things I have to confess
The SARS is the centre of our bone marrow
You certainly have to go tommorrow
Centuries and centuries after the morrow.

The Abuja tower. SARS end. Revolution.
10. Protest to Niger. Soft mend. The inquisition.

The Sun is the centre of our system.

End SARS! End SARS!
There are some things I have to confess;
The bulls and bulls you kill in the ring,
15. You still have things unto which to cling.

End SARS! End SARS!
There are some things I have to confess
You may think all your thoughts; you may,
But your ideas shan't see the light of day;
20. Your midday coughing hurts our midnight prayers
With the crudgel of hate and the spear of fears.

End SARS! End SARS!
There are some things I have to confess
Hear evidence; The youth gives judgement
25. And this is no time for our enemies merriment
Grave and grievous galley-groans all relay
The grandeur grinding of the painful play.