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A SORROWFUL SATURDAY (For Christian Atsu)

We were meant to believe God wakes
…and takes
We sat and wished you will be found
…not bound
Onto a plane like cargo and shipped down
Now you’re the sad talk of the town

II
Many said you deserved to live
Because of the way you give
Many said your life will be a miracle
…for nothing can hold your shine, not even deadly tentacles
Many said you were a breadwinner
…so will live as a survivor
So how did we get here
…with many a tear?

III
Now many are saying the gods are right
That he whom they love die young
Now we see a future so bright
Cut short in its muscles so strong
Now we cry, exhausted from the long wait
…broken by our strong fate
But we still have to accept and bid you well
For you did live well

IV
Your wife cries her heart out
Your children miss you
Some sorry sucks sit and use you to chase clout
But many in this world cry for you
You were given
…and have been taken
So fare thee well
Rest in peace and power
Damirifa due
Hedenyuie!
Till our bodies blend
…as our souls defend
…our lost ends
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 18, 2023. Photo Credit: Google Pics

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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