I had intended to re-read my Sigma Light just before the 2005 Conclave, but never got around to it. Given the recent passing of Bro. Hall, I decided to open it up and this poem at the beginning jumped out at me. I would hope that those close minded individuals would do the same and be reminded of a more humble time. Maybe their outlook would change and they’d show true brotherhood.
To Sigma
Thy scared sons with lofty hopes and aims,
Achieving greatness which the world proclaims,
Regarding life with tenderness sublime,
And with design which knows no race or clime,
Appeals to selfish man to serve and love
God’s handiwork created from above;
PHI BETA SIGMA stands this test of years
Supremely over blight and cringing fears.
With unflinching will that cannot fail,
The sacred cause advances to prevail.
Give us the conscience staunch and spirit brave,
To master stormy sea and angry wave,
And as the curtain falls o’er the brief life,
We’ll march triumphant from this din and strife.
– Ben Nnamdi Azikiwe