Emmanuel Kwabena Woyome

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Emmanuel Kwabena Woyome Biography

As a man with a varicolored outlook to life, many are tempted to pronounce him, ‘the jack of all trades but master of none’. I would rather say that, he is but only a black brother cursed with myriad ideas and blessed in the same fashion with the spirit of imaginations. His proactive nature and the brilliance with which he approaches this whole concept of living, even spurs the enemy on to joining his league of supporters and admirers. He is like a bird in flight and the world, his for the taking...)

The Best Poem Of Emmanuel Kwabena Woyome

The Blind Deaf

Power ripped away the expectations of posterity

Leaving the hopeless and powerless-

Resigned to insecurity and inferiority



Feud is juxtaposed with greed

As myriad families-

Find it yet impossible to feed



Men are quick to justify-

But the objective of warfare

To the harsh neglect of-

The provision of a decent healthcare



An infant dies before his first birthday

Whiles teenagers fear-

But their retirement and old age



The arms of dreams are hard twisted

Rendering the thoughts of men-

Fragile and neglected



Brutality is cherished by queens and kings

Yet on their fingers,

They wear democratic bracelets and rings.



While we spit in the face of due diligence-

Responsibility is shirked with all meekness

And the sensitivity of the masses-

Wallow in a ditch of profound soreness



Mercy and empathy are both despised

Wherefore in the political realms-

Poverty remains under-priced



About the truth, facts are rumored

When under deceptive

and obsessed voices-

The ears of the weak are tutored



Selfishness is sewn in the air

And into the faces of disregard and impossibility-

Our women and children continually stare.



With a sip from the cup of supremacy

Apparently, authority suffers-

An immediate abuse

And the rule of law-

dealt an unflinching blow of misuse

Men kiss the feet of arrogance-

Perpetrate gravious horror

All in a sub-graded pretense

And yet, in the end,

We all feature in a roll of honor.

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