Clearer Voices Poem by Prince Kenny Osei

These voices have become clearer than foreseen
The then tonations have now become the reality
And the fortresses of imaginations are being crafted in a sullen art,
Well-suitable to the certainty our dreams promised and the perplexity
of the flaws we have vowed not to assertain to
Now, our manliness and potency of our fists
Solely depend on how we think of how we once were,
What we have become now and what we shall become someday
Now, the efficiency in the tasks we render are ran simultaneously
With the ever-daring solemnity and aptitude that posterity and utter urbanization surprise, apportion and appease us with
Our enmity between the palms of our hands
And the soles of our feet dangle in apt solitude
And the reverence of our ego render a shock that has to be contained
With sheer swiftness fueled by mutual responsibility



Now that the nails of our fingers have grown longer
Than their predicted heights
And the vivisectionists of innumerable exploitations have refused to explain all thier graded and well-preserved statistical survey to decency and the threshold of familiarity;
It is then that we realise how cold our mantles have become but highly esteemed with prudent and inexplicable optimism
Whispered accents have stood the test of time, the dangling crane of obscurity have denied charges of fear, aggression and the bewilderments of life's short-lived tyranny but still forcibly rub shoulders with classics brewed through the precepts and excerpts of edifying tomorrows



With chimming voices circulating to produce thunderous melodies, similar to that of well-perfected notes of fervent rythmic theory and discord; these voices have become clearer than foreseen
The mumbling of our lips and the eyed-fanaticism of our hopes have stood not in limbo but on revised paths that call unto us to remain patient and circumspect of the enormous days that lie some steps ahead of us
Yet we still thrive our routes with passionate pleas and hold our consensus with edged solitude, abate our focus through serene discourse and diversifying utilitarianed concepts
Now, we sing with louder anticipation and well-nurtured melancholy orchestrated by foreseeable conveyance of dreams; writing their own stories and inspiring tales, telling their own stories, more emotionally than the old-story tellers


These voices have indeed become clearer then foreseen