Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah Poems

From the tribes come the cries of grief
From the phlegm a stream of tears flows
In the dept of our hearts
In the vacuum created suddenly
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I dream of you day and night
And wish to return to you;
When I see you with open hands
Day and night have I occupied myself with your thought;
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I searched my heart
I tried to pretend
You were the one I always found
I tried to ignore your presence
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From the mountain top
onward we go;
Marching gallantly in shrouded countenance
Our Brides awaits us in purple apparel;
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Awake mother Africa, awake
For you lie asleep for long
Your future is in the balance
And your dignity fades away with the passing of the days
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Down below the ground come the voices of the great heroes
The pillars of Africa in those days........
From the west come the cries of grief
From the horizon flows the blood of Africa
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We have suffered long in silence
We the innocents of the land
Guns and bullets holds our rights
And death is hastened by hunger
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Life.... Life.... Life....
Oh life, life is truely a mystery
Life, life, life
Why is it beyond understanding?
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She walks
Gorgeously with the elegance of an adorned Princess
And her shadow, cast to her behind,
Is the shrouded image of a professional model
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Oh beautiful woman
The epitome of love
It is you I greet dear mother
The one whose nipple I suckled at infancy
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