Resurrection

My Phoenix died a dozen

Times before dawn;

The last was his truest,

And he awoke in a of blaze words.

I'm not a legend - you can call me Madiba;

My enemies slump

In packs of conscience -

Each the colour of his mind.

I go down with the sun and

Resurrect a full moon:

I am not a poet, only a lone voice

With words playing in my head.

I speak to the winds and the storm

Come to me in whispers.

© Jude Ifeme