'93 MEMORIES

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Of an occurrence that occurred in our obscure
For our sake, his-tory burdens shelves, in library,
Walking letters, tracing back the faded dawns
For a tale that called us tears, fetched us smile.

June 12: your memories still ring bell.

Of a peaceful election that tore us into pieces
And a justice that couldn't justify an injustice,
Till we changed a prisoner in our own palace
Observing the scent of freedom, from a distance.

June 12: your memories still ring bell.


Of a truth that was cloaked with a foggy linen
Causing explorers a circumnavigation of a circle,
Hustle, struggle, grumble, stumble, double trouble
And fare of pain, to the rooms below their foots.

June 12: your memories still ring bell.

Of an annulment, a pregnancy of self declaration
Declaration that gave birth to mass destruction
Destruction, that nurtured our tears into a river
A river that flushed us, to the joy of democracy.

Your spirit is still alive, with us, since 1993,

June 12: your memories still ring bell.


#PsalmsInk
#June12Memories

© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).

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