After a month of frustration, reading about the rantings of the two-time coup maker, revolutionary leader, dictator, ex-president of Ghana, on his new project of becoming the First Lord to his wife's proposed bid for the presidency of Ghana, I have released Concave Forests to encourage the journalists, historians and writers of Ghana, to take pains to write accurately about the times we live in. We must preserve the news, histories and thereby the future from news-boomers and their version of the unfolding of deeds and misdeeds.
Concave Forests
IN SPITE of lullabies
Do not hush your voice,
Or yield the pointed eagle claw
By which you tattoo,
Hieroglyphics
On the bark of trees
Confirmed to live now
And never die
Song birds of the Savannah
I sing to you,
Brightly plumed in primary colors
Inhabiting rectangular forests of pine,
And all the while
Crooning in the forgotten tongues
Of ghosts from a far away land
Where forests are concave
And filled with the blood and bones
Of histories,
Waiting to be told
And futures
Waiting to unfold
I like to be referred to as a 'Song bird of the Savannah'.
ReplyDeleteYou are right. Writers, historians, etc need be vigilant and document events truthfully and with integrity lest we forget the evils of the past.
Your poems are always inspiring. Well written.
Thanks, Kiru. You are a true Songbird of the Savannah and I really appreciate your comments.
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