Ezekiel Fajenyo
Prof, I called you ‘My Prof’
your vast ,clean wrapper of love
blinded arrows of death on my path.
You washed off fears,
quenched hatred bred
by no known factor.
You shattered spirits antics of nameless villains and chained steps about to drop me hollow
in violation of humanity.
You slapped the earth for a delicacy of truth
to be followed ,
I heard of your struggles beyond my knowledge
asking for smiling evil
to extinguish itself!
Before 60, you left
the crowded market of skulls and axes
where goodness, neighborliness do not matter but cultic fires
in enemies’ circles
Now,I cheer your ever- smiling face,
radiant mien meant to cow dungs of men
readied for splash against a hated,writing soul…
Rest in peace,
My Prof
