Read at Radio Universe, university of Ghana, Legon.
They rob my sons, my strength
They rob my daughters, my backbone
And still I'm not crippled
The brainwash my land, my people
I create and they steal
And like a fowl i continue to lay
I lay dark clean-shaven men
With metal bones for their farms
Greater minds i breed
And again they steal
And they can't kill me
I just won't die
They suppress my laughter
Because they hide
They hide behind the bullet
And wonder why I'd not died yet
But when i rise clouded by smoke
And walk in the flames of my fury
I shall crash, crunch and lynch them
Yet I'm merciful, not a leopard
I'm not murderous, but an eagle
And no melody mollifies
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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