Upon That River Poem by Sekyewa Godfrey

Upon That River.

By that Riverside,
I met her lonely and depressed,
With her back soiled
And her dark face immersed in misery.
As she wailed for her tarnished past,
A pool of tears ran down her cheeks.
Caressing her wrinkles over time.
In the mid-day heat she stood
With her feet that kissed the tarmac.
In silence she listened mournfully
To the dirges that were sung to
Mock her plight as the chief of widows.
Oh my lonely Pearl of Africa!
Arise, for they have buried your fortunes
In an alien world; far away
Beyond the reach of mankind.
Concealed in the fortunes of capitalism
That has declothed your naked bones.
(Sekyewa Godfrey)