Aziz Baako

What do you know about Africa?
Is it the news, the views or the review
Of news paper overviews.
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The sun masked in the roar
of the Atlantic Ocean,
whiles.
Freedom and I were discussing beeps:
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Freedom is a an African youth
Enrolled in the school
Of hard knocks.
He doesn’t know about the university
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Like a Remain, I perched by a riverbank,
Close to a blustering class room
Taking the breeze
On a February first, seventeen
Hundred GMT
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The Dead were all over the place
The Dread was all in our face.
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Anytime I am in the gray side of my mind
I think about the kind of world
We will be living behind.
I think about the headlines in the news
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Dear Aziz
After many years of walking the streets, viewing
And reviewing the everyday happenings
Of people like Freedom world wide, I am done
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After being the cradle
Of human kind,
After being the host
Of the greatest civilization
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Big cities have a reputation of upholding
A miserable history.
The mystery about them is they could
Hold a man’s heart stone cold.
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Frown cloud was moving with the crowd
Outlined the casket as the hours fly
To fifteen hundred; the fifteenth of MAY.
It was clear that Cobby is truly gone
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These days hospitals
Are not hospitable enough.
To host the victims
Of hostilities rough enough
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Two Young couple race
As if to embrace
A speeding van racing
On a desolate street in Liberia.
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The pace of black race is laced with God’s grace,
It is amazing how we escaped disgrace
And years of degrade of our race.
I was near tears when I reflected the years of fear
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Like the eve of every event
The preparation to prevent
The preparatory school
From burning wasn’t cool
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In our hang out in DC
The post office rockets in the skies
Whiles the Police station tower
Counting the hours of crime
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Laboratory babies are the hobbies
Of The mad scientist.
I hear their strategies
Work well
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Dear Freedom,

Ghana has changed the ruling
Administration.
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This is ‘whenever’
When ever I sit to contemplate
With the me in me
I see
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Barbarous, monstrous, heartless
Is how the West refers to the Continent.
Black, dark and the third world
Is what we are referred to oh! Lord.
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I once saw a teenage girl prowl the streets
With pride and energy.
She strolled into a salon.
She modeled by piles of cosmetics
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