Kris Atta Pappoe

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Illusion - Poem by Kris Atta Pappoe

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ILLUSION

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 the Blackman
And laid him to eternal submission.
Peace is weeping in her Temple
Vainly imploring her multitude sons
cease the fray.
But they all feigned deaf.
Wallowing in the gore
Beneath the Towers of Silence.


Comments about Illusion by Kris Atta Pappoe

  • Sadiqullah Khan (12/7/2009 6:28:00 AM)


    mature and well chosen words (Report) Reply

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  • (12/7/2009 6:09:00 AM)


    One senses despair when reading this piece! I especially like:

    'Peace is weeping in her Temple
    Vainly imploring her multitude sons
    cease the fray.'

    Nicely done!
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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009



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