Rise Up Africa - Poem by Paul Owusu-Aduening

Rise up if the cannons
Will ever sound its dirge
Wreak vengeance and misery
Keeping a track
Littered with carrions
Tracks murky for innocent feet.
Stand up and say No
If the brandishing muskets
Will ever wheedle overhead
And keep the fall of manna
At bay, for
He who eats your cake
Robs you of your beauty
Rise up, clear the stables
For, light trails in
When darkness flees
Stand by your ugliness
And pry for the magnificent
There lies the matrix of humanity
The essence of your rebirth