Caught in a microcosm of ideas What is lost is nothing but mine I drown in rivers of a thousand mouths And slip hearing echoes by a million rocks I fly in the skies of all birds And I’m de-feathered in the same sky by mean ones How do I get to land? Still thoughts […]
Tag: GHANAIAN LITERATURE
AABA EI!
He looks famished In tattered clothes As he holds his dog chains Waiting to be sales blessed But, oh, poor lad, I hear “aaba ei!” And he takes to his heels The bread seller trips him In her quest to escape And the uniformed helped him not to rise By letting his baton painfully talk […]
GO! YE ZEALOTS
Hearts must have their decisions Yours is to lay bare and not to force Religious zealots! Heads must have their decisions Yours is to lay bare and not to cajole Education zealots! People must decide Yours is to candidly lay bare your capabilities Political zealots! All zealots, bow in shame A time […]
THE DAGGER OF WORDS
Now you have to listen! Tools, poison can harm and kill But cruel words supersede them As they act as painful anesthesia Numbing the body, daring death To attack in any form At that point, death fights a lost cause It can borrow the face of fire, Can borrow the face of drowning, Can […]
A SATIRE OF PAIN
The baboon wears pig hair, Wears squirrel clothes, Wears penguin feathers, And keeps snake countenance But when it is offended at any count It screams aloud and says without shame: “It is because I am a baboon” The chameleon blends all colours With every change, Behaves like a statue When chaos wakes, Acts like […]
GREAT FEATS WITH A COST
If I lose my eyes Just to have your eyes Then I’ll have no eyes To see the colour of your eyes Must it always be at a cost? If I give my ears To have your ears Then I’ll have no ears To listen to your sounds as my words travel into your […]
NIGHT SALES
It’s a quarter to six Their faces fix To go to work this precious night They weed their plots And spray their lands In short and brief to give plenty a calling They fence their gardens with panty clads With very bushy mermaid hair Water the gate with red blood, of the many […]
THE DICTATORSHIP OF DEATH
When age married the deadly death They arranged all grown beings to the shore for their honeymoon Because death doted on his wife Now the legs of time has travelled an untraceable path He hunts the young and brings them home His wife lovingly advise age meals Carnivorous death stresses some youthful beings “I am […]