Kingsley Awoh Poet Bio

Africa

We the missionaries of histories
With boots of brute
We march into mission
With hunger and anger
In the confidence of our pains
In the scars of stars
We the stir the rivers
Our strength is drying
Our hope is char with hypocrisies
How many more hypocrites?
How many more charlatans?
Our many more gimmicks?
Africa,
The rhythms of corruptions
Choke in the belly evil genius
Africa,
Homes of the blacks
Where is your history?
Where is your strength?
Where is your spirit?
Where is your future?

                                                                                          awoh kingsley awoh

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Chiquitachiamaka Baity July 26, 2011 at 8:34 PM So much power in words!!! Very well penned!!!!

Carol Sunshine Brown July 26, 2011 at 10:34 AM It feels so good to be able to sit here and read your very creative writing this morning Awoh. I do hope to come back soon and read more of your excellent work. Love, Carol