Hail them

To those before us.
To those who came and saw.
To those who conquered after they saw.
to those who stretched reality,
yet not too far than necessary,
To them are these words.
They are meant to their ears,
wherever they may be.
They are meant for their souls,
wherever they may lie.

To Mlkj for stretching the chords of justice,
for the oppressed.
To him and Malcom x for activism against racial injustice.
For colour could be different,
even the thickness of the dermis varies,
but similar is the blood that runs inside the veins,
so there ain't any superior than the other,
unless from inside out.

To nelson Mandela,
for showing us that the oppressor too needs some loving.
That he too craves for acceptance,
because his heart is ruled by turmoil,
and only love settles the scores.
The antidote for hate is love and not more hate.
You don't become a man by playing boy,
the boyish stride in all its leanings will overcome;
even though you wanted to man up some day.

I give it up to the writers before,
whose writings we now can read,
in whose realities we now can see,
as envisioned in their writings of old.
And to God-from whom all inspirations come;
To whom all roads lead.
To Kahlil Gibran of the prophet,
To Benjamin Franklin in his espouse of the road he travelled,
To Ngugi wa thiong'o for his excellent works of art.
To Chinua achebe whose works light up a continent.
To the little known of our age,
and those before,
who genuinely conveyed the message as it should be,
who told of the little things that deprive humanity-
A place at the seat of God.
Hats off-i hail them.

And to those in our age,
who've got the fire in their bellies burning.
To those who have got their alarm set,
so they would not sleep till its mission accomplished.
Take up the band of courage,
see the reality of what is at stake,
burn the chaff with the pen,
say it before its too late,
deny the unjust the peace of their greed,
Let your creed be-Let me not unheard depart.