Walls (11) Poem by Orike Didi

If I must fight a battle
it must be one I should were accolades
from the mind of the wounded.

what have I not seen
or thought of?
where have I not been
with feet or mind?

the walls which lasted too long
crumbled within flimsy moments,
the dead words in the telling
died on tongues of a crooked history.

if I must die fighting
it shouldn’t be in a battle I would stand
in the dock of imagination
asking myself ‘why? ’

07: 40 30/08/’03