Dennis Okyere Brako

A Withering song by Dennis Okyere Brako

Left in the middle of the forgotten path
The journey has come to a sudden bend
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From seed formation the warfare was on
A fetus developing to be born
On a journey of nine long treacherous moons
Inside the protective womb of motherhood
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Pick the pieces by Dennis Okyere Brako

With careful measure I was built with treasure
Gleaming in splendor I was painted in leisure
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The Arena of life by Dennis Okyere Brako

Waiting In the arena, I dreaded playing the game
The panic of the announcer mentioning my name
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New self-order by Dennis Okyere Brako

I'm circled and choking on every side
By the crashing burden of sorrows tide
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My volcano by Dennis Okyere Brako

Stretching forth into the heavens
Lies the mountain of the Vikings
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The game of life we play to gain
Its twists and turns are full of pain
The shrills and thrills are secrets ordained
To self-resign, are oracles profaned
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I looked down the old rugged road
Incongruously trodden by men of old
On each side where the mould grows
Wherefore should I go?
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Unlike the many songs of failed fatherhood
My melodies are legacies inked beyond neighborhoods
Composed in gratitude and admiration for a father
Who nurtured an empire and pushed its frontiers further
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The soul of the dwindling fires cries
Whiles I shiver, at the cold winter's bites
No fumes from the dying embers rises!
A dirge I'm left to sing, as the last fires dies!
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You look at me as I appear down
The muddy waters of life has painted me brown
My face is puffy and my scruffy gown
A smile is alien! I can only frown
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In the desert, lies the refreshing oasis
In the dark night sky shines the dazzling stars
From the deep vaults surfaces the brightest gem
In the friction are polished the crystal stones
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