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Poetry - Gh. Lit
Poetry - Gh. Lit
ARMATTOE
I met an old woman
Talking by herself
Down a lonely road.
Talking to herself
Laughing all the time,
Talking to herself
Down a country road.
Child, you cannot know
Why folks talk alone.
If the road be long
And travelers none,
A man talks to himself
If showers of sorrows
Fall down like arrows
The lone wayfarer
May talk by himself.
So an old woman
On lone country roads
Laughing all the time
May babble to herself
To keep the tears away.
. Woman, you are sad!
‘Tis the same with me.
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With arms of superhuman strength,
He standeth tallest man of men.
Are you too against us, oh God?
Behold us mocked by Malan
Maligned by malignant men,
In the land You gave Your own
Omnipotent and just God!
Oh tell us then where you stand.
Be silent, slaves,
Our God is black!
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They put pink lilies in His mother’s hand,
And heaped for both the first fruits of the land.
His father cut some palm fronds, that the air
Be coaxed zephyrs while He rested there.
Birds trilled their hallelujahs; all the dew
Trembled with laughter, till the Babe laughed too.
Black women brought their love so wise,
And kissed their motherhood into His mother’s eyes.
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The great wilderness men call life
The rain has beaten me,
And the sharp stumps cut as keen as knives
I shall go beyond and rest.
I have no kin and no brother,
Death has made war upon our house;
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THE WEAVER BIRD – KOFI AWOONOR
A procession
Efficiently arranged by the undertaker,
From the brass fittings on the bier
To the looks of sorrow on the mourners’ faces.
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And Death is escorted
Tearlessly but efficiently
By
Three cars in procession
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Jammed and jargoned, narrowing and hearing
Now for some safe landing
Into the wide whirling World
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Far from Katanga’s Congo,
From Lumumba, Tchombe and Kasavubu
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Requiring more than local anaethesia
International general amnesia indeed
For another dose of aid
Towards more puppetry on strings?
Africa!
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where you would never expect to find us.
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where our people died the deaths of thoughts and of wars
where they died and lived again
where they die and wake up
with seeds of life sprouting from their graves.
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he’s man enough to handle a thousand meddling teachers
He even talks of a swift madness there may be
in these l give to wind for you.
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