Debris Of War Poem by DOMINIC PREMPEH

Women and children seen in groups
Mourning the dead and lost souls
All in subdued wails!
People not seen closer again
Due to the alteration of the rules of the game
No one is trusted again
And it hurts to see this indentation

Young ‘Futa’ is now a new creation
In his eyes is that distant look
On his face are those plenty scratch scars
The only thing that brings a wry smile
Is the flying of birds in the lower sky
Reminding him to fly without perching
In a violent-free haven

Life is never same
Fun is seen insane
And happiness is vain.
Trust is always on the brink
A good gesture is a wink
And just a reckless eye-blink
Can enrage the next hostile link

(July 2006. Awoshie-Accra)