TAKE ME TO GOLD COAST

Take me back
Back to gold coast
Where salt and mirror
Beat the price of gold

II
Take me back
Back to Gold Coast
Where naivity was bliss
And minds suckled from the breast of nature
As none cared about the peak of stature

III
Take me back
Back to Gold Coast
Where snow so alien
Dug gold
Dug hands
Dug hearts
Under the black skies

IV
Take me back
Back to Gold Coast
Where malaria fought battles
Meant for landowners
And keeping names was
More Herculean than keeping lives

V
My feet won’t hurt
From retreating
My heart won’t break from the human hunt
My mouth won’t close
On opening eyes
To keep us us
Us
Lotus flowers which disinfected
Our fertile forest
The important thing
It to shade eyes that dust aimed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 17, 2016.

3 thoughts on “TAKE ME TO GOLD COAST

  1. Hello, my Dear Amoa, I don’t know if I would blame the Red Indians, and call their barter ‘Naivette.’ Gold had been given its worthless ‘value’ in almost all other parts of the world, but these Natives had ‘escaped’ that. …Am sure these are the things You want to say in these lines.

    Dust, Barbs, – Verbal and Nonverbal, Pleas, all fall on Deaf Ears. Having Eyes Mankind chooses Not to see.

    Well brought out, my Dear. One with You, in Our Eternal Fight for a Better World. Love and Regards. Yesudas. 🙂

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