In Peace (Or Pieces)
Comrade, since you say
We can't eat democracy with
...
Still
the past sits
by our pains-plate
like a crow waiting to
eat the carcass of our dreams.
...
Alone it stands, not just
soulless, untoward, rising skybound
On a clear weather day it stands
against hanging vain-strutting smoke
...
In Peace (Or Pieces)
In Peace (Or Pieces)
Comrade, since you say
We can't eat democracy with
All those sour choices
Pinstriped lies
And decorated fools
Since you say
Only war will do
Tell me then
How else can we dream in peace?
How else?
Can we dream?
In Peace?
© Akwasi Aidoo