Freedom! The cry of warriors
Blasted out from every mouth of the people
In shorts, fugu and kente
Black stones tattooed in black ambushed
And thrusted the barks of few yellow trees
With wooden spears in the forest
Quarshie's golden gift had started brewing
'Food of the gods' taxed all their strength and lands
Bees pollinate 'Food of the gods'
Honey drips from their toil
"The honey maker only knows the process, except the taste?"
Because they are exiled into the city of Babylon during the the jurisdiction of Nebuchadnezzar
Highlife and concert parties
Gingered Yaa to stand bold
Red eyes faced the face of Nyogmo
While atumpan calls Asafo to gather
Mighty ones somersaulted
Now, the coast houses sweet, bitter and sour candies
Webs capture insects, the pollinators
Accipiter hawks make their way through
"The peoples' motto, "Freedom and Justice"
Suffocates under the foot of elephants
The ant is bold to defend forever.
- Author: Osei Zion (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 7th, 2022 10:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Yaa - a female name for a Thursday born in Akan, Atumpan - Akan traditional musical instrument, Nyogmo - God in Ga language, Kente - woven clothe for important events, Fugu - important clothe in Ghana, Asafo - traditional soldiers
- Category: Unclassified
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