A Voice That Refused Silence: Remembering Rassool J. Snyman


In Honor of Rassool Jibraeel Snyman (2012)

Rassool Jibraeel Snyman did not write poetry for comfort. He wrote to awaken, to unsettle, to remind humanity of what it had forgotten beneath systems of power, fear, and illusion. The Dragon is not merely a poem—it is a warning, a memory, and a call.

His words confront the machinery of oppression not with despair, but with defiance. He understood that the greatest monsters are not born of myth, but of consent, silence, and seduction. And yet, even in his darkest visions, he left space for the watchers, the warriors, the quiet resistors who remember who they were before the chains.

Rassool saw that tyranny is cyclical, that it sheds skins and returns in new forms. But he also believed that so do truth, courage, and revolt.

Though he passed from this world in October of 2012, his voice did not leave it. His words still move through the shadows, reminding us that the dragon never fully dies—and neither does the will to rise.

This piece stands as a testament to his fire, his clarity, and his refusal to look away.

These are the words he left behind, still breathing in the dark.

The Dragon
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"A Special thanx to Kiler Davenport a really talented revolutionary poet who inspired me and gave me the conceptual framework within which to write this poem. Kiler a big thank you. This is a very relevant poem to the war dragon that scourges the world and brings misery to the people"
The Dragon
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It was
From beyond time
And space
Menacing
Evil
Seducing kings
And selling politicians
Its eyes everywhere
Its tentacles snaking
Throughout the corridors of power
And the minds of men
It spoke in whispers
Into the very souls
Of those beset by greed
Drunk with power
And lusting for riches
It enslaved the people
Wreaked upon them war
Famine
And disease
It made slaves of the men
Orphans of the children
And whores of the women
It had no mercy
It dressed itself in respectability
Spoke morality
Democracy
And human rights
But practiced bloodshed
And perpetual war
It knew not mercy
Or compassion
The people grew tired
Afraid
Angry
They came from amongst the shadows
The watchers
The warriors
Speaking their truths and stories of revolt
The people listened
Remebered
Who they were
Before the dragon
Before the chains
The misery
The fear
They rose
They marched upon the dragon
With guile and subterfuge
They slew the minions of the dragon
In places both high and low
In the north
The south
The east
And the west
They fell upon them
In one night
Black December the sages called it
The dragon grew afraid
And tried to hide
But the people found him
And showed him to the watchers
The warriors
They slew him
Pulled out his fangs
And cut his claws
But the spirit of the dragon escaped
And waits
In hidden recesses
For yet another time
Another place
Another battle
In the shadows
Amongst the people
They wait too
The watchers
The warriors
For another battle
In another time
In another place
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2012©rassool jibraeel snyman – 5/1/2012
‘Tales of Extreme Sanity”
"A Special thanx to Kiler Davenport a really talented revolutionary poet who inspired me and gave me the framework within which to write this poem. Kiler a big thank you. This is a very relevant poem to the war dragon that scourges the world and brings misery to the people"


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