You Know Them Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah

You Know Them



They pry on the faithful,
you know them.
They are the players of the atunpan of ignorance
As you, your children, unborn generation dance to it.
Dry as the leaves hanging on the tree,
so they drain you of your african soul.
But still our common sense are soaked,
potholed and polished with a fiber of dainty
custom of ignorance.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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Nana Kwame Nketsiah

Nana Kwame Nketsiah

ASEMASA-GHANA(WEST AFRICA)
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