Drama’s mask.
A smile. A cry.
Like your life.
A smile when, armed, you seized that radio mic?
When you were Africa’s first Nobel?
The other mask behind Nigeria’s iron bars?
When a state saw words as weapons, peace as war?
Long ago.
Does rage burn still, or faintly glow?
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