Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Poem: Kofi Awoonor

Kofi Awoonor(2nd right), author(right) shaking Wole Soyinka

By Chidi Anthony Opara

We have again hidden our heads
Inside heap of excuses
Like the ostrich’s head
Hidden inside heap of sand.
Like the crocodile
We are shedding tears again,
Tumbling with the tears.

On that day,
In that mall,
In that nation
That got freedom with mau mau,
A bard,
Other buyers bounced
The halls of the mall
Buying what needed to be bought.
The mujahideem
Materialized with malice
Multitude with murderous machines,
Some they enslaved.

The carnage claimed Kofi,
Kofi Awoonor
The creator of verses.
That keep souls in ascension,
That keep minds aglow.

This moment will move
Into the mass of moments past.
We will bury
The body of the bard,
The other bodies.
The wounds of the wounded
We will nurse
And negotiate freedom for the enslaved.
Our arms we will fold
And await
Another moment like this moment.

(This poem is presented as a social service, all rights reserved)

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