If Tomorrow Never comes
Bountiful of writhes await my tribute
Seemingly imminent, but moment unfolds the hidden
Neither the heart is ridden with phantom
To the lords, all the souls shall return.
I fear not the grunt of any mortal
For my heels have slumped and staggered
In the marathon of no return
Riddled with temptation and multitude of thunderous waves,
Yet, nature unveils the gallantry.
Heroes seldom die;
But precedence trails their foot prints.
History and reminisce linger the obsolete memory,
The beautiful generation shall chant their glorious names.
The hairy Africans shall recite my reign
When struggle has redeemed Africans’ liberation,
And villains vacate on inevitable exile.
On our realm, freedom shall ruled,
Till the tumultuous tide erode all empires.
Our echo is deafening,
Overshadowing the western’s clarion;
And victory knows no wavelength.
No cause for dirge
If tomorrow never comes.
Ali Toyin Abdul is an award-winning writer, law undergraduate and poet.