The Godfather Poem by Kojo Owusu

The Godfather



The caryatid - Procession etched on the vague spires
Of fear - the silent strides on the prescience of night
Black shadows with dire aspirations pursued
The lone mournful procession embarked
On the uncertainties of convictions and power engendered
In the quietude of noble ambitions
The spires echo the clangor of the thuds of feet
Timorous and brave.

The procession - the call of the sirens to the holy figures
The mosaic saints in the anteroom of eternity
The deluge of torrents to lave the cry of the damned
In the boulders of echoing despair
The emergence of the sacred icons
The descent into the lowermost echelons of the crypt
Where the scroll is unrolled
The footfalls of the procession embarked on a quest

When the ancient assemblage of the pillars of resurrection
Above the cross a cry for the blood to salve
Humankind on the brink of deluge - I
Apologist of the iconographic ascent to guard
Invocation of the tradition - the undying disciplic succession
I am here at the sacred altar
I bow in obeisance the word to guard and the
The deed never to falter or fall


Let us celebrate love in wild revelry and sublime ecstasy
Let all the folks gather for pomp and pageantry
This is the day of the Don
Let youth and beauty display their filial grandeur
Let the arena be filled with the rich and the poor
The sonorous music and the serenade extreme
Charm this humble gathering yet wreathed with an awe-inspiring aura
Make it an exhilarating experience that would be
Imprinted in our minds for the abstract decay of time -


I want the church bells to explode simultaneously with my gun
Life is for the brave and the courageous
Intellectual beauty dabbles in the vagaries of heaven and hell
But a wanderer on the extreme verge of the earth
Dissipated like mist of ghosts and enchantresses
Blood will flow in the rivers of tears
When retaliation and the quest for power hangs in the shadows
of our night - avarice - inequality the decadence of the earth
When destruction will lave our very soul
In the midst of destruction, it is death and dire deeds of deadly magnitude.


Bring him - let blood ooze from his damned nostrils
Unleash the bullets into his chest
Behead him - decapitate him
Vengeance like molten lava is flowing through my veins
With an eagle’s agility and ferociousness, I guard the ancient title
Let the world spin on axis of fear and death
Let the moon wax and wane with the fickleness of the seasons
And let the stump of the tree grow again
It will be uprooted


Come love; let us celebrate love
But my mind misgives and my heart uncertain
Of the advent of the unseen forces in the darkness
Expectant - ready to exterminate
Come love; let us sleep to the rhythms of love
But let me clutch the gun
In the undergrowth of silence
Lurks the genii of detonation
Come; let us sleep to the rhythms of uncertainties.

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