The system — A.S. Sanusi

Here we are still
Resolute in our stand
Written on diamond banners
With blood of our martyrs
Unbending, unyielding though
young
New, isolated and misunderstood
Present in flesh and gestures.
Our places in history
The history of our time and continent
Waxes with fruiting newness
Unrepentant, typical with time
Bulging like a tuber of hope
Unseen yet saturated with merits
Though unsung.
The system dilapidates
Decay with time and mounting
conflicts
Vanish with our rising awareness
Was ravaged by pique multitudes
Dead in the hands of revolutionaries
Graved in the ashes of history.
Absent we are still
In spirit, suspended above our time
Like Lecobusler and Galileo
An assembly of Bolsheviks
Preachers of new knowledge and
change
Men of vision dissolved in analysis
The stand shines bright
Illuminates our paths and minds
Cast dark shadows
Over the pathsand minds
Of our opponents
We advance towards our goals
While they remain in uncertainty.
The stand unperturbed by

intimidation
originality, mother of creativity
The juggler of words and life planes
Away from the echo of silence
Out of the shade of nothingness
And in our presence and absence
still
We sing without melody and rhythm
No compromise, no apology, no
regrets!