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