Jerry S. Adesowo
jesad@justice.com
(Ode to Chief James Ajibola Ige)
When the watchmen are hungry
Death also became thirsty
And stomped surreptitiously about
In search of blood to rejuvenate Though unbidden; but
On our doorstep it perched
Without his usual acolytes -
To quench his perilous thirst Woe unto thee, Death
For though you stung
But our Cicero remains immortal
Living and shall continue to live
In his good and godly deeds…
As we, his aroles carry on