The cricket sang the starlight <br />Raleigh in his prison bay, <br />Wrote his words on dim light <br />And was killed the next day. <br />What would be my swam song? <br /> <br />I felt the twang of the trigger <br />That holed through Lincoln's head, <br />And the drops of red in the theatre, <br />At Ford when the killer fled. <br />Where will I meet my grave? <br /> <br />I thought of the hemlock <br />That choked Socrates to grave, <br />With a heart strong as rock, <br />I wept but no tear can save. <br />Who will weep for my sake? <br /> <br />It came back like yester-night <br />When Ibikunle silently slept <br />To heaven with holy myth <br />A puritan heart he kept. <br />When will mine come to pass? <br /> <br />While all these men sleep foreva <br />Their virtues and grace within their hold, <br />And me synonymously clever <br />Valour and candour all within my fold. <br />One day, shall I be remember'd like this.<br /><br />Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trance-9/
