Babatunde Fagbayibo
Freedom wails in
strange tongues. Old fighters,
new fighters, soon-to-be new-new
fighters have all become
interpreters of the melody of
the tale of future (or is it
the present?) freedom
song.
Who shall tell the tale
of freedom? Shall we leave it
to those that have draped
liberty in masculine robes?
Freedom is a He; Liberty is
a Him, they screamed. And the
She? We'd get to that
later (maybe in 2063?),
they loudly proclaimed in their
last meeting.