Kwame Sarfo Aboagye Poems

When a man is blessed, or cursed, with power
Do not expect him to be fair and just
Do not expect him to provide for all
Rather expect him to satisfy his own lust
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I hate that I love you; I really do.
I would have been much richer alone.
Now there’s one more mouth to feed,
And a thousand more groans to groan.
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We didn’t think it would end this soon;
The journey is finally over.
There were days that were as hot as June
And nights that were much colder.
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I live on the hottest, yet coldest part of the earth,
Where the fate of people is known even before their birth;
Where there is no food and little water to drink;
Where the people are too frustrated to think
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Farmer
Father, Father, please listen to my cries;
Mind not that I offer no sacrifice.
Water from above my seedlings need to grow;
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There’s only one enemy who causes more harm
Than the Devil himself; His name is Fear.
He works subliminally like a charm,
And where he’s not needed, there he appears.
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Even though I was brought up in a world that believes
That love, a body in itself, relieves
Man, of the stress caused by none other than man,
And provides joy to a heart already joyous,
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Why is it that I cannot quit
This disgusting habit, I admit,
Of mine? I clamour everyday for it,
Like the clamour of a hungry rabbit
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When that Sun we stare at stares back at us,
And the leaf we touch touches our finger,
The sensation cannot help but to linger,
Creating a perception in our free minds, thus.
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It’s better to hate than to love
For love matures and is called evil
Even though it comes to us from above
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