Ancestors
there are those
who lived by the sides
of my ever-green forests
whose naked feet
trudged along my endless
bush-paths -
there are those
whose voices
still mutter in tremulous sounds
to unheeding sons
& daughters
within some grave-yards
of new happiness
there are those
whose faces saw the twigs
of today in old mud-morrow
tho still going a-sorrow -
these are the clan's sages
who sit unseen
among us
like our casualties -
these are the ancestors
who sit unseen
like us
in a world of the casualties
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2012
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