HURRICANE BAMAKO

Bamako is a Hurricane

Bamako now a Hurricane…

The muzzles shouted our common progressive death

In Deep Deep Sahel Bamako

To reveal to resurrect from our earth

The sorrow

Artificially inseminated into our wombs

The bullets, the coups added again

The corpses in my heart hidden from vultures.

First the Sahara spring gave me million expired souls

Then the remnant hands glued together

The wasted bullets to plunder a dream in Sundiata-land

The concerto of betrayals, shall be the poet’s song

The gift of Generals who gave license to renegade Tuaregs

And now they hold the throat of ancestral Timbuktu

And dehydrate ancient Gao

Captain Amadou Sanogo, go tell

That we carry the bullets in our souls across the rivers

Amadou Toumani Toure, go tell

That we weep blood with him, as it forms rivers

Through the contours of spaces in our common land.

Bamako is a Hurricane

Bamako now a Hurricane…

 3/4/2012 Legon.

STILL BEING EATEN

And the vultures saluted me

As I enter again into this

Ancestral Oguaaman.

The vultures say the old stone-house

Of ancestral anguish, ran out of

Blood

In songs, I tried to escape this truth

Louder than gunshots yet silence as sea-breeze

In songs I tried to articulate the abstraction

Of this 21^st century truth

In songs I tried to laugh at the despair

Of this white birds in need

The vultures say the old stone-house

Of ancestral anguish, ran out of

Blood

In the loudness of mu silence

I wondered if this is the fire

Burning the heart of our siblings

From another climate-mother

To command the recent flow of our

Blood

From our earth across the horizon where

Earth kissed the Clouds!

11/02/2012 Takoradi