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Commuted to everlasting silence

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My thought is cold dead
My lips have no why to part

For babies here are born into silence
Nurtured with the milk of silence
And when they grow up
Silence in flesh and bone advises
That if they must grow grey hairs
Then they must never part with silence

Not the silence of peace
For now and then
They puncture the very peace
They ordered into existence
With gun shots that stray
Even into the shrine of silence
Sending worshippers to the beyond

And then the silence of the rest of us
In a momentary minute
For another soul lost to bullets
Becomes totally a lasting silence
Of death constantly wished
By vultures in uniforms uninformed
Of the world new drive to end cannibalism

A cave that is claimed
What concern has the rest of the world
In the way the vultures order
Life into extinction in their sky
They resurrect dead coinages
‘SOVEREIGNTY OF THE STATE”
“INDEPENDENCE OF ACTION’
International law to the rescue

All because, they believe that if left alone
We would never wake up in the night
We never come to understand
Our unending long silence
Fattens their souls with flesh
Instructing us with eternal wretchedness
Can itself ever be commuted
To everlasting silence

(1995 11101227)

Aj. Dagga Tolar

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New stones of Soweto

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(Weizman H.)

Soweto sowed songs
To call to come if not
On the street
So soon to stones

Only to reap in return
A whirl wind of white fear
Handing out shovels
To pit open the earth

Are these lucky ones
The comrades of yesterday
Dying in no different direction
Burial is a state function

And all can attend
The dead are not excluded
The not too alive
For a feel of what to come

And the rest of freedom
Is an erected monument
Of remembrance
No more raging blood of more songs

The old songs of freedom
Are no longer audible
They have petered out of the heart
For new songs from across the ocean

Where the birthday
Of one man is how much
The available freedom
And then only for who can buy

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Biography

Tolar is a front line activist, a social crusader, and the publicity Secretary of the Campaign for Democratic and Workers Right CDWR, what was formerly known as Campaign for Independent Unionism (CIU) which was one of the pro-democracy groups in CD, UAD and JACON, in the struggle to end military dictatorship in Nigeria. He also doubles as the publicity Secretary of the Democratic Socialist Movement (DSM) and the Editor of the Socialist Democracy, the organ of the DSM.

He is also a school teacher, and an active member of the Nigeria Union of Teachers, (NUT)

 

Aj. Dagga Tolar

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dagga new

Biography

Tolar is a front line activist, a social crusader, and the publicity Secretary of the Campaign for Democratic and Workers Right CDWR, what was formerly known as Campaign for Independent Unionism (CIU) which was one of the pro-democracy groups in CD, UAD and JACON, in the struggle to end military dictatorship in Nigeria. He also doubles as the publicity Secretary of the Democratic Socialist Movement (DSM) and the Editor of the Socialist Democracy, the organ of the DSM.

He is also a school teacher, and an active member of the Nigeria Union of Teachers, (NUT)

 

Commuted to everlasting silence

Enlarge poem

My thought is cold dead
My lips have no why to part

For babies here are born into silence
Nurtured with the milk of silence
And when they grow up
Silence in flesh and bone advises
That if they must grow grey hairs
Then they must never part with silence

Not the silence of peace
For now and then
They puncture the very peace
They ordered into existence
With gun shots that stray
Even into the shrine of silence
Sending worshippers to the beyond

And then the silence of the rest of us
In a momentary minute
For another soul lost to bullets
Becomes totally a lasting silence
Of death constantly wished
By vultures in uniforms uninformed
Of the world new drive to end cannibalism

A cave that is claimed
What concern has the rest of the world
In the way the vultures order
Life into extinction in their sky
They resurrect dead coinages
‘SOVEREIGNTY OF THE STATE”
“INDEPENDENCE OF ACTION’
International law to the rescue

All because, they believe that if left alone
We would never wake up in the night
We never come to understand
Our unending long silence
Fattens their souls with flesh
Instructing us with eternal wretchedness
Can itself ever be commuted
To everlasting silence

(1995 11101227)

Featured Poem:

New stones of Soweto

Enlarge poem

(Weizman H.)

Soweto sowed songs
To call to come if not
On the street
So soon to stones

Only to reap in return
A whirl wind of white fear
Handing out shovels
To pit open the earth

Are these lucky ones
The comrades of yesterday
Dying in no different direction
Burial is a state function

And all can attend
The dead are not excluded
The not too alive
For a feel of what to come

And the rest of freedom
Is an erected monument
Of remembrance
No more raging blood of more songs

The old songs of freedom
Are no longer audible
They have petered out of the heart
For new songs from across the ocean

Where the birthday
Of one man is how much
The available freedom
And then only for who can buy

Commuted to everlasting silence

Enlarge poem

My thought is cold dead
My lips have no why to part

For babies here are born into silence
Nurtured with the milk of silence
And when they grow up
Silence in flesh and bone advises
That if they must grow grey hairs
Then they must never part with silence

Not the silence of peace
For now and then
They puncture the very peace
They ordered into existence
With gun shots that stray
Even into the shrine of silence
Sending worshippers to the beyond

And then the silence of the rest of us
In a momentary minute
For another soul lost to bullets
Becomes totally a lasting silence
Of death constantly wished
By vultures in uniforms uninformed
Of the world new drive to end cannibalism

A cave that is claimed
What concern has the rest of the world
In the way the vultures order
Life into extinction in their sky
They resurrect dead coinages
‘SOVEREIGNTY OF THE STATE”
“INDEPENDENCE OF ACTION’
International law to the rescue

All because, they believe that if left alone
We would never wake up in the night
We never come to understand
Our unending long silence
Fattens their souls with flesh
Instructing us with eternal wretchedness
Can itself ever be commuted
To everlasting silence

(1995 11101227)

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