As cages of ages in the past which now turn to imprison minds
Become old for a sold
Future children are being killed in present wombs
Through manipulation of present minds
To keep our knees on the piercing gravels of the ground
To maintain the posture of our heads
So we look down with our hands stretched
For crumbs
And bottoms open for humiliatory fucks at their will
II
When will this blindfold fall?
When will we heed our ancestors call?
When will we play the wisdom ball
To clear us from the field of penury?
Will we ever ditch the boos of illiterates of nations great?
Will we ever stop dancing like Korean candies on world stages?
Will we ever stop digging out our own foundations
As we sit in the middle of buildings
Buildings watered by the blood of our forefathers?
III
Help us
Help us please!
Help us from yonder world
To stop this suicidal murder of our nations
This is a plea oh ye ancestors!
A plea to mine our minds as others mine our gold
So you can refine to be gifted as tickets for our hope
For we are sinking low
Low, into hands of even little hunting yellow dogs
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 25, 2019
Mum Cee 
4 replies on “CAGES OF AGES”
Hello, Cecilia! As ever, Your poem is both Beautiful and Powerful. …But, aren’t these Cages built by Our own minds? Aren’t We the ones to Smash them? …From Whom is the Help being sought?
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Of course our minds are to blame but we must make an effort as a collective leadership band in order to move our nations forward. We are the nation after all.
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Well said, my Dear Cecilia. ‘We are the nation.’ May We come to Realize that, and May We Live that.
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Amen.
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