Let the rivers pave way for death
Let the shrubs and the dancing trees
Make melody for his exit
Let the talking drum play itself to put him to stupor
Let the vultures prepare to accompany him
Living for death, is pain for the living
‘Amanehunu b3sene nnipa’
‘Amanehunu b3sene Attah’
The corpses are important than the living!
How can those immobiles and disposables
Have their passing names on many
Wherever we turn?
How can their mobile wheels be decorated to daze?
How can their beds look this comfortable?
And how can most living fan their flies?
‘Amanehunnu b3sene nnipa’
‘Amanehunu b3sene Attah’
The corpses are important than the living!
Young Attah is promising,
In deed, words and humanity.
But hardly does he get by with good exchange papers
Yet those rare papers are exchanged for the expired Abam
But why is Abam not laughing?
Like a statue he lays, mocking the existence of Attah
‘Amanehunnu b3sene nnipa’
‘Amanehunu b3sene Attah’
The corpses are important than the living!
Well this consciousness on the living
Dawns consciousness of his non existence
Breeding bitterness that stems from the soul
Breeding tears that fills his soul
‘Amanehunnu b3sene nnipa’
‘Amanehunu b3sene Attah’
The corpses are important than the living!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (C) 2013.
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