Drums, like many other instruments, are interesting thingsWhich require an action to produce its singalingalingsActions should be just like that, a call and act missionSo why is Zaara still in a harrased prisonAfter she shed her body selling season? IIKwaku Manu uses her buttocks as drums…playing at will whenever he meets herKojo Adzidzonu uses her […]
YouYou who look at me like a robotModeling innocence I know you possess notYouYou who stand so still like a toyWhen I shadow fear in a ployYouYou who sit when I sit…sleep when I sleep…turn when I turnWhy don’t you show me my yearning…too?Why don’t you help me with learning…when need be?Why don’t you fight […]
When time stops a rest …enjoy Because it pushes our quests to their best …clearing some ills from our chests …going as far as weeding out some of our thinking pests …to give breath to our joy II A human is a farm …needing a tending …periodic weed clearing To ward off pests There are […]
They all scream to title the next …in my head’s nest Hatred screams on love Love adorably stares As heartbreak rears it’s head …to force love to close its eyes Religion calls for sanity But sins stamp their ink on their leaders Politics reads its provisional manifesto But disappointment laughs loudest …shutting in all screams […]
I have reached this spot …where my conscience fills a scrutiny pot …as my head makes it hot …in the prosecution box II It is all because of you You who are like air I breathe in …but can’t hold down You who are like smoke that tears me up …but can’t be embraced into […]
I’m looking at you Looking at me I’m not sure I like what I see But then again, I’m not sure you like what you see either Many may say I’m you And you are a reflection of me But wrong, I can never be you You can never be me You’re just a picture […]
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