Gone Poem by Benjamin Debrah

Do not be far from me
Do not turn your ears against my plea
If the door is locked, you are the key
If the place is dark, you are the light I see

Trouble is here
Anguish is what I see this year
Pain is that which is coming from my tear
The future is that which I fear

The enemy has knocked down my door
He has surrounded me with his claw
He has taken my strongest bone and buried it beneath the floor
The weight of my pain is like that of the sand on the shore

I cannot call on my ancestors: they are dead
They do not have the power: they even dread
Even the law can do nothing: that is what they said
Father it is you only: no one can do this in your stead

Bring me close to your chest
Help me come out strong in this test
Soothe me with the milk that comes from your breast
Father, give me rest