Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

From the tribes come the cries of grief
From the phlegm a stream of tears flows
In the dept of our hearts
In the vacuum created suddenly
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I dream of you day and night
And wish to return to you;
When I see you with open hands
Day and night have I occupied myself with your thought;
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I searched my heart
I tried to pretend
You were the one I always found
I tried to ignore your presence
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From the mountain top
onward we go;
Marching gallantly in shrouded countenance
Our Brides awaits us in purple apparel;
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Awake mother Africa, awake
For you lie asleep for long
Your future is in the balance
And your dignity fades away with the passing of the days
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Down below the ground come the voices of the great heroes
The pillars of Africa in those days........
From the west come the cries of grief
From the horizon flows the blood of Africa
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We have suffered long in silence
We the innocents of the land
Guns and bullets holds our rights
And death is hastened by hunger
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Life.... Life.... Life....
Oh life, life is truely a mystery
Life, life, life
Why is it beyond understanding?
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She walks
Gorgeously with the elegance of an adorned Princess
And her shadow, cast to her behind,
Is the shrouded image of a professional model
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In wholistic proportion her personage was destined
to form a perfect coverage of her constructed framework
And the elements of nature rest with her;
Apparently, the sun shines for her sake
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Even from afar,
you glow in my heart
With exuberance
that cannot be overlooked
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Oh beautiful woman
The epitome of love
It is you I greet dear mother
The one whose nipple I suckled at infancy
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The road is now clear
for a revolution so rare
Lo! my celebration of joy
will not cloy
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From our neck of the woods, Our suggestions float invisible in the air
In uncountable diversities we could forever imagine

And for a showcase we exist, as the yoke of knowledge and circumstances embedded in albumen of personalities
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Behind the smile, a deceitful soul,
A viper preying on innocent foal,
With bibles, false prophets,
Gambling on the troubles of paupers
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In the morning‘s gentle light so rare,
My love for you fills the air.
With beauty unmatched, so fair and bright
You are my shining light
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In a world of shadows, where silence thrives,
Resides the living corpses in disguise.
With breath as fleeting as the morning dew,
Man walks the earth, with nothing new.
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Smile to me, my love
Smile till your lips wreathe
to reveal the canines of your teeth
Laugh all you can at my joke
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The night breezed gently by
with whispers of love
and melodic tunes of heavenly descend.
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Now the youth are traveling;
To Canada, the Middle East,
To all nations providing escapes;
Desperate to redeem our trampled opportunities
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