March 12, 2018


I Did Not Take a Vow of Silence


I Did Not Take a Vow of Silence

The thrilling tricks
of tripling tongues

We ask for bread,
they give us stones

The telling theme

tickling the trance
of the teeming thieves

I speak now
in anointed tongues!

My Poetry is the depth
of the Nile!

If not anger, what then
sharpens my tongue?

I will have my words

become fists

Words become fists

Where silence alone
cannot break through
the wall of lies.

I did not take a vow
of silence.

My words and my fists
are one

Article © Shola Balogun. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-03-20
Image(s) are public domain.

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