Treasure Island

Godwin Kavaarpuo

(Nandom, Ghana)

The Journey Of Rags


I was greeted with tears
And shouts of lamentation
Rapped in tatted rags
I started off to the unknown

On the street i sought my destiny
Crying and shouting every day
I strangled under the scorching sun
And the hostile weather too

My nights were fiery and cold
The tooting of horns
and
blasting of loud speakers were all
I possessed
Hunger and pain were my only companions

I lamented with the shadows
and the shadows without
Eli lema sabachthani
and now I wait for my conduits to run dry
As I sleep to wake no more

Submitted: Sunday, October 30, 2011

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