Mohamed Foday Kamara


Dark Shrine

I heard it blown
It was the horn with trumpet sound
Out of the cave, they waved, sang and danced
To tell the sign of my death
Cry of no hope with tears ran down my cheek
The cheered at my sorrow with crocodile tears
While I suffered in the dark
A man who had kept himself sacred
Had taken me prey for visible lifeless goods

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