The Seers Final Cry Poem by Kojo Owusu

Unstable and opaque universe
Where do I stand in this chaotic cosmos
My aspiration was to become a healer
To cure people of ignorance and death.

Fascinated at sea
Tossing and turning in portentous waves
In the silvery voyager’s tides
In a frightful torrent

I stood on mountain Everest and
I saw the black continent
Eminent and prominent
Yet wrecked at sea
Scattered on land by
Faction and misunderstanding.

Then I decided to lay my heart
On the darkened altars of dissention
I decided to carry the burden crushing her breasts

But the bared fangs of disunity
Has wounded my heart
Pierced me with arrows sharpened by anarchy
Slashed my throat

My blood is gushing free like a swift river
Running to endless doom
My ambition is torn to shreds
My mission is ruined.