​STRENGTH FOR THRONES

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?

Is it?

Is it!
II

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?
III

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?
IV

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?

Did you?

Did you?
V

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?
V

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