do you wish to be here
close to my heart
where are your papers
what is your purpose
are you lost or
are you broken
maybe, the chamber of
my heart is for your safety
but, remember where you came from
I was not there
I was here
if you wish to naturalize in my arms
let me tell you openly
tread softly and gently
death too first makes inquiry
before it shows at the door
in simple steps come
pledge allegiance to my tattered soul
and we’ll get to the streets
that are paved with gold
Woezor: it means Welcome in Ewe, a Ghanaian language.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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