The African Dream Poem by Kweku Atta Crayon

A future seen in dreams
Flowing like a stream
From person to persons
Years down, dream worsens

Africa had a dream
Glowing like light beams
Builders worked in Teams
Bonded together like seams

Then

Mr. White sets in
So tall and thin
That night, slept in our inns
Good morning, greets with grins
Behind 'smiles', a package of sins

Bought lands with mirrors
Introduced religion with errors
Opened a factory of confusion
manufactured delusions
Sold at no cost
to Africans, for their cause

Years after induction of greed
Slavery, our kings agreed
Potential dream builders
Were captured and sold to be soldiers
In a military of perpetual savage
Men and women, no respect for age

They were Labelled like commodities
Yaa Akya, now Felicity
Papa Adjei, now Johnny
Opanyin Sumpa, now Bonny
Dadae Zoe, now Julie

Cheaper than the mower
but more efficient than the sower
Cheaper than the broom
but clears the rooms
Priceless creatures of God
sold cheaply by whips of rod

Long History has been summarized
is now too faded to memorize
By Sons and daughters of Africa
who Schooled in the America


A Dead Dream
Now risen in full strength beam
Dreamers are so young and unified
One name to them identify
BUILDERS OF THE AFRICAN DREAM