Come Brother Come
Yesterday, our brother-leader was shot
in the pipe-hose at his birthplace;
and the sun set on our land at dawn
Come Brother Come
See the debris of our bulldozed dreams
Rotting in the oil fields and goldmines;
And watched. Our arms glued at our backs
The ancient whip modernised
And flung at our silent souls
As Tripoli falls into alien hands
It's waters flowing into stranger dams
Her insects screaming in foreign sounds
As we watched. Our arms TIED to our backs.
14/11/2012 Legon
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