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To Pioneers of Inspiration

Farewell to the thermal yore
Some whereat things did follow
Man, my pioneers sang fluently
What gives man power to rise

Farewell great ancestors due
Realms of songs have I imbibed
So sweet, soothing and pricking
And would be gross to deny

Thou art Wisdom, fast Socrates
Though Utopia lay on leaves
And Aristotle, so mildly brave
Charged the perils of degrade

Adieu Chaucer for thy lays
May I just a day be let
To wend to Canterbury
So to look at Bath's deaf wife

Spencer's Prothalamion's great
Of tales pressing and fearful
With fair bids that sweet Thames run
Till Master ends his music

Drayton, thou kissed and parted
Yet wished to return from death
While Marlowe had summoned
The fair swains to sing and dance

William, William, O William
Art thou with only a brain!
My compendium of thy hail
Sonnets flew smooth through thy pen

God has heard thy painful cry
Hymnodist Donne - Whole Minstrel
And being 'indifferent' here
Seems to curb our pains and joys

Paradise was lost, Milton
And sin-bred did debar man
Of his simply happiest life
Was it not again realized?

Finitude can't comprehend
The Great, all have endeavoured
And a love-happy minute
Relieves our fear, O Dryden!

Brave Alexander don Pope
May I have entrée to say
Thy thrilling notes reached the sky
And heavenly joys inspired

Thou art worth all words can say
For thou has real the table turned
That singers can first play thought
Than mere prosody and rhyme

Nature in thee and reverse
And thy child was thy father
Man's solitude draws him near
To God, love and live Nature

The opiate-induced Taylor
Thou wise Ancient Mariner
Turned, saw Abyssinian maid
Play piano on Abora

Allan, thou feared 'Nevermore'
And was coveted for love
Between you and Annabel
Who laid in peace by sea side

Drink life to the lees, Alfred
And chase lore like sinking star
And a lot is wrought by Calls
Than Reason can comprehend

Things have fallen far apart
Anarchy has marred this land
All, old and young have traversed
Thy art well done, O stern Yeats!

Eliot - Master of the art
Hollow men art we today
Impatient, hard in life chase
Yet fear a handful of dust

All bridges are falling now
So long live Ladies of Rock
And Speare's wit demeaned as rags
And the Thunder's speech reversed

O Pepper, true all lie bare
Casualties of peace-less-ness!
And oppressors and oppressed
Have a day sure to recall

And Wole, the big lore headed
In telephone conversation
Apartheid even out of sight
How severe thou art in art!

Okara, I hear with thee
The call of the River Nun
Even as mine river does call
To still crested waves of life

The crowding stony faces
Of man, O Leopold Senghor!
Haunts, scares the humane, albeit
But our heroes never die

Haven't we always been the last
As we rush-rush, dear Kwesi
To remove peace from our homes
In search of queer betrayals?

To ye all I hold a hail
Whether ye ain't said in this
It's not neglect but this sheet
Compiles all thou rich ages

Reason, Romantic are spurs
More of thought and love divine
The fountains have I well tapped
But claim no golden instinct

To say one is wrong is wrong
Except one plus one is one
But when eyes are used to think
These have I weighed and taken

Ye live when human transit
And inspire as long lives man
For all we do with intent
Dwell after our flesh manures

Muhammad Ajah is a poet, author, advocate of humanity and good governance based in Abuja. E-mail [email protected]

by Muhammad Ajah

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