Quame Boatmann Poems

So this is your desire
Man-oh-man
To sit in the throne of your creator
And make the world your own
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Great man Donkoh!
The utter of your name raise us to our feet
We shout DONKOH!
And the echoes we hear, GREATNESS!
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Do not ask what I do with my cowries
It makes me scowl and spit out red
I give; I dash without holding back
I see and feel the miseries of Lazarus
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Death, why art thou cruel?
Thou hast no mercy
Nor compassion
Thou sparian no one
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The Lord reigns, fear is broken
There is a bit in the mouth of behemoth,
And he fears the little killbit
There is a hook in the gills of Leviathan,
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Who trades gold for dross?
Who forswears the sun for ember light?
Can the corrupt forsake the Cross?
And war his own fight?
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In Christ, there's Peace
In Christ, there's joy
Not the joy that comes,
from graceful banquets
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Bulging bellies
In little kiddies
A Fancy fashion
In cabo corso
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The LORD gave me His ruby
To save me from sin's misery
His love is my antimony
And my light shines in beauty
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What height of miracle
What depth of divine displays
Would give man
Eternal trust in God?
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