Let the ancestors listen!
Listen from their working places
Let them listen!
Listen in their working gears
Is this the vision for which they drained their precious body rivers?
Is this the picture they offered their bodies
To the human abattoirs like cheap goods for?
Ants are now known as crawling insects
Their needed minds being grinded by wrestling feet
Of elephants and cows
Hyenas and baboons
Tigers and lions
Porcupines and pythons
And oh, existing ant holes are being blocked by lost and fleeing sands
Is this the future you envisaged?
Did you visualize your “mmeri ntamah” turn ovened suits calling for carcass freezers?
Freezers which drain the daylight out of night?
Did you envisage your ahenema turn talking walkers?
Your tongues cut and replaced by that of some contaminated dead?
Did you per chance wish for a tired table for your enemies
As your children wait for the crumbs of their sweat?
You must speak from beyond Nananom!
Did you pray for prayers?
Prayers which would turn thunders and lightening into our stooges?
Stooges which would travel miles to provide all that we call?
What at all did your blood preach?
A battle for thrones like dogs who have run amok
Where the winner takes all?
Can’t you see your Frankenstein Monsters go beserk?
Can’t you see?
Do you really not see?
Bow your shamed heads from beyond
For like losers on the lose, you live unseen
Your crowns of nobility have long fallen
Your regal rings are now handcuffs
And your fiery spirits live as haunting ghosts
Need I say more?
No, not befitting of your respect customs
So I lock the gates housing this tongue
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) July 19, 2017