I'd seen
I'd seen the heads under the
Fulani straw hat
I'd seen
I'd seen them wander
through the pathless path
The cold-dry winds blow them
There follow through soiled clothes
Strong harmattan holds the plough
Crops fold their arms
Rocks sound while breaking
Ka-ka-ka like 'Asante Firikyiwa'
Little water in the dark pot
Cooks stones and corm
Cape three points plants lose turgidity
In the 'Land nearest nowhere'
British 1875 lighthouse blinks
There 0 latitude, 0 longitude and 0 altitude
Recommended 'A gingle from Ghana's famine of 77'
To be sang in the whole country again
The starved had nothing, except
Gari, two coconuts and two heptagon pesewa
In the 'Ghana Must Go'
Ants got nothing
From Ante's kitchen
To enjoy in their home
The windows of heaven were opened
and
manna fell from brothers
and
sister in America
What the heptagon pesewa could not afford
In the 983rd year of the 2nd millennium
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Author:
Osei Zion (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2022 01:20
- Comment from author about the poem: To those who like history, this is a poem about the 1983 famine in Ghana.
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Comments2
an informative write
crazy how the world
likes to depict, famine
as a phenomenon
maybe, one centred on those
parts of the world
with people who have
more colour to their skins, it isn't!
Never, can be
famine is a plague, that humanity
has been running from
since the beginning of Time..
It's just that now
we have bureaucratic idiocy
to give it
that much more opportunity
for causing the devastation
it mercilessly desires
a compelling introduction to your ink .. I am sure I shall visit more of it in time ..
I found this particular poem, most informative .. thank you for enlightening me .. I am a great fan of history ... kind regards, Neville
Thanks
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