The Fugitives Poem by Tony Adah
The Fugitives
The fugitives filed a long line
Like ants on a hunt
Little and big trudge on
Luggage on padded heads,
Ghana-must go bag, water holders, dogs
And sheep and goats
There's no road to define the uncertain journey
No food
No water
No bicycle but trudging on slippered feet
Air is the only sure companion
Still vigour lacks to breath a free gift
What fate awaits a people
In their own land?
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