Wake ‘them’ dead
To wake their brutalised dead
Rupturing slave membranes like witch doctors freeing their captives
Ushering them back into their original places
Mapping them to their umbilical cords
Pillaring them in their own
As God rightly did
Making them litter their world with their generations
Do that or like a lizard
Open not your mouth!
Never think of being a dark shepherd;
All knowing, when you know not their spots
Leaders should know their destinations
Detailing take-off and arrival
Wear your thinking cap
And hold your workable tools
Not your frustrated dreams
When you know not their causes
Hands worked
Drizzling sweats were buried
Blood rained
To make you who you are now
All ones from the herd you want out
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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