Kweku Atta Crayon
A Poem To The Late President - Poem by Kweku Atta Crayon
In your 68 years of existence
You were reduced to a nonentity
You were ridiculed
They created a platform for boys and girls
younger to be your children and grand children
to insult, tease and mimic
Your greatest achievement was not the development
But your ability to resist the temptation to reply
On your day of presidency installation
Your death drums sounded congratulations
Your very enemies huged and smiled
Did you know it was a grin?
Yes you did, but typical Mills, you for forgave and forgot
Politicians, market women, school children, Most Ghanaians
For once were doctors, giving commentaries on your health
Were you different from humans, Oh no
but why then was your cough taken as death symptom
Your health deterioration was more psychological than physiological
Where! where! ! where! ! ! in your chest room
Did you house all those insults, humiliations and revilements
Yesterday I saw your picture prior the presidency
Never knew you were that fat and healthy
oooh I flooded with tears, the seat was made bitter for you
Wake up! ! !
Open your eyes and ears
Look and listen six feet up
Your demise has now earned you a better Atta Mills
Now they call you king of peace dubbed ''Asomdwe hene'
Now your history is written in golden colours
The mad man knocked down on the street
now shares same soil bed with you
Did he ask you this question
'Don't you think they killed you? '
The usual Mills, you laughed with no answer
Lest I forget
Naadu is doing just fine
Yes she wept tears
Now your dreams sit in her eyes
She is planting the Bible in SHS across the Country
We are all fine,
Preparing to meet you in heaven
Exanimate Mills, You still remain my president
His Excellency John Evans Fiifi Atta Mills.
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