Alien Soil - Poem by Kwame attaPappoe
Blank skies in unblinking red eyes,
Deep sighs of regret in humbled heart.
And these winds of sorrow
Blowing through choked cries.
When languid tears fall fast
At the thought of you
Then I will call your name,
And let the hills reverberate
In primal rage.
Uneasy sleep for guilty heart,
Shamed countenance before
Loyal dreams broken in haste.
And the rain as torrents
Pouring like Saints Tears
In the paths of unrepentant Sinners
When Hope of angels’ footfalls fade fast
Then I will remember
The pain of your dagger’s point.
Stark naked in those lethal words,
Fresh in Nature’s birth clothes,
You tore apart the blurred veil
And the make-believe
Behind which a soul forlorn
Lost and seeking a home,
Lay cleverly hidden from purpose.
Stricken and in death throes,
Beyond redeem by Sacred Blood.
Tearing at unprotected throat
Seeking to uproot
Seeds sown in alien soils,
Preventing in their shame-anger-shame,
Future grapes of tears
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