Quame Boatmann Poems

As bright as the morning star
The smile of the adversary
With the teeth of a twinkling star
Like no blood beneath, ne’er scary
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The memories of my early days
Become as green leaves
Of the dew morning
Whenever I behold
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As little as its value
Without grace or honour
Oblivion to the poor
And a door mat to the rich
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So long have we been laboring
Too tight have we been stretched
Sharing the fate of Job
As we’re always denied the fruit of our labour
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Cape Coast, Cape Coast
Where I belong
A Paradise I dream never to leave
As long as the sand calms the wrath of the tides
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She walks like one with valour
She works like one with power
And her voice, like one with harper
She smiles like one with dollar
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Gone are the days of our forefathers
where civilization had not begun
a child had no place in the gathering of elders
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As I walk on the silent road
Weary of this long restless journey
A journey along the dry desert
Though endless as eternity
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We were offered heaven and hell
We should have taken caution
For we could have spat on hell
But we realized not the option
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A glance of my yesterday,
Aches my soul
A reflection of my past,
Bows my head in shame
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