New Martyrs Rise


When hearts meet fears and flee

And groans turn to songs as dirges

Where brides must sing of joy –

When indigo streaks our faces –



When stolen voices become

Serial callers with borrowed


Where old plasters cover the wounds

Where real heroes fall

Then new martyrs rise to build

Our history again




Turning back clayfeet in quicksand

Straddling blue ocean and brown earth

When babies turn to hard bones

And thorns,

When the hour hand stands still

And stuck In soldiers’ horns

When new fears rise against the Ashes of hope

Then martyrs rise to build

Our history again



Books and boots stashed against

The uneven tide

New modes become bridges of time

When gardens brown from stunted Growth,

When stashed cash melts where it


When seeds sprout from parables

Where no eggs break,

Then martyrs rise to build

Our history again

Kwasi Gyan-Apenteng

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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