Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

When a man is blessed, or cursed, with power
Do not expect him to be fair and just
Do not expect him to provide for all
Rather expect him to satisfy his own lust
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We didn’t think it would end this soon;
The journey is finally over.
There were days that were as hot as June
And nights that were much colder.
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I live on the hottest, yet coldest part of the earth,
Where the fate of people is known even before their birth;
Where there is no food and little water to drink;
Where the people are too frustrated to think
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Farmer
Father, Father, please listen to my cries;
Mind not that I offer no sacrifice.
Water from above my seedlings need to grow;
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There’s only one enemy who causes more harm
Than the Devil himself; His name is Fear.
He works subliminally like a charm,
And where he’s not needed, there he appears.
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I hate that I love you; I really do.
I would have been much richer alone.
Now there’s one more mouth to feed,
And a thousand more groans to groan.
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I saw a kid, quiet, adorable, so calm,
Who was given a gift incomparable – a new toy.
Like time his nature changed, as he had found joy,
And it seemed the toy had found solace in his palm.
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There’s more to the world than just earth
And more to earth than just dirt
There’s more to fire than just smoke
And more to laughter than just a joke
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Every night she would stare at the moon,
This pretty little girl called Lily,
Wishing that her life – her ill-starred life
Would be filled with something other than misery,
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Like the name of a dreadful enemy
Death is a word no man wants to hear
Its famous attribute is equity
And the mere thought of it brings fear
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All I saw was blackness, all I felt was nothing;
The only thing in motion was the erosion of my skin.
There was no time to reconsider; everything was so sudden,
And like the oceans, flowed my emotions to sin.
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(A parody to Howard Moss’s Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?)
You can’t be compared to one of the festive days;
You seem dull, but are indeed not.
Those days don’t last long; just like May,
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Oh my ever-loving God,
I know that to have an eternal life
As long as your stiff rod,
I must make righteousness a knife
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Oh my dear God everlasting,
What you want from me I know:
Helping the needy, praying and fasting,
With a heart as white as snow.
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Oh my dear God, all-knowing,
Even in the sheathed, darkest deeps,
Your shiny eye that never sleeps
Sees each one of my sins, glowing,
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Oh my dear God, merciful and kind,
In your infinite wisdom you made
Your Spirit a being to come to my aid
Whenever I seem to have declined.
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If ‘tis true that God’s Spirit lives in us
And guides us always to do what is right,
Could it be that the devil also, quite bright,
Has a place in our hearts and minds, with delight?
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Oh my dear God of the universe,
You have been described as a God of thunder,
Because of what your rage, at its worst,
Can cause when righteousness runs asunder.
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As a chalk board is really nothing without chalk,
The natural course of life is something logic cannot scorn.
Is it surprising that man, when he is born,
Knows how to cry before he learns how to talk?
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You are difficult to find,
But are the closest to the mind.
You give sight to blind men,
And make men with sight blind.
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