Having stilled his consciousness and narrowed it to a pin
of liberated energy – the tremble of history barely seen
in his unblinking stare – he then pinned the fierce glares
and let fly triplet rap tones in defiant burst of flares:
Failed. Neglected. Refused.|Not. Validly. Elected.|Invalid. Null. Void|
Silence. Then the Hyenas, their limping laughter now destroyed,
fled from the scene, pursued by the fiery memory of Sankara
and the smiling strength hidden in the humility of Mandela
Amidst the cheers, all knew there was a question to consider:
How long will this candle in the moody wind flicker?
