Kris Atta Pappoe
Kris Atta Pappoe Poems
|3.||Gabada For Christiansborg||12/7/2009|
|6.||New York! New York!||12/7/2009|
|7.||Two Thousand Seasons||12/7/2009|
|14.||Addis Ababa Farewell||12/7/2009|
|15.||Thru My Fault||12/7/2009|
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We heard them shouting loudly,
They heard us lamenting over plight.
They told us there was a Saviour coming
And our heart leapt with gladness
But Time, its sweet memories have left unfulfilled.
And Tyrants have usurped our hearts and voices.
In times of grief and oppression
Our Fathers chanted wild the name of Freedom
And knocked loudly on Liberty’s temple.
Mother Nature listened and sent her sons.
But they cried: Not Ghandi Not Malcolm X, not Nkrumah, Not Luther King.
There was a Peacemaker called Kennedy.
They heard he loved ...
We did not hear them sneek in,
Nor did we see them in our midst.
We only heard them when we were half-way
through the new anthem.
And we were bone-weary,
They were all smiles and beaming at us.
Wide-mouthed cosmetic smiles.