(Upon remembering 2nd Year of Gani Fawehinmi’s Death)
All garments, to wearing out will tear,
This I know.
All suns shining, to west will slope to weather,
This I know.
Death, the streets will not depart,
This I know.
For all humans from life must expire,
This I know.
But generations mine born, unborn will care,
This I know.
To visit scenes mine with no fear,
This I know.
And disdain not the father they had,
For I degarbed them from tears theirs.
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