Brandished on the 1960s demonstrations
Were the pictures of an icon of anti-imperialism;
Moving towards the African platform, flashbulbs
Fired around him;
Tears of fire, and of blood made him to be proud to the depths
Of his being.

Theirs were wounds that were too fresh and too painful to be
Driven out from their memories;
‘We did not eat enough to drive away hunger, or to clothe ourselves
Decently, or to raise our children as creatures dear to us’, he said.
The colonial masters exploded in convulsions of rage;
Just like a...