HE HAD A DREAM
The last time I met him, He had a dream. He said this society had ills But they keep asking us to wait. Why? He said this land had a heart, And it was bleeding; In all he saw wasting men pleading. He wanted to know if I saw Their pains in his eyes; He had a call – He would speak for their tears. Yes, I saw that dream. I saw a man whose blood spilled Though the cut wasn’t on him; I saw a man who’d been down Enough to tell a smile From a frown. The next time I saw him, He wouldn’t look my way. I could only whisper to a doubtful Stranger that I knew this man; That I knew him, not long ago – I couldn’t tell him how much The man had changed. I couldn’t tell him our wealth Has suddenly become his. Jude Ifeme Follow this blog