By Nicodemus Minde (@decolanga)
No —
I will not go
To the poll to cast, not a vote
But I will
Remain at home
Uncounted, unseen —
My absence, a whisper of protest
Why should I?
My voice — hollow to them
A name crossed out
Before it’s even written
Instead,
I will protect its honor
This sacred ember
In honor of those
Lost, silenced, and gone
And for him —
Behind the dock
Where judgment drips
Like drops of rain
Noose around his neck
Yet the promise unchained
Unbroken
No, I will not —