Discourse
And I am now to be contented and go to sleep
In your global village
Am I to believe your village can raise my child
Better than the old one
Where mortars pestle corn
And white cassava flour inthe sun
Lays naked to the eye
Looking at the flies with scorn.
This global thing will hype the young
Who chafes under the skin
Complaining that Nana Accompong talks too much
Who long to pull up roots
And stare the devil in the eye
Believing this nonsense that they are free
To do anything
While longing to be rich in misery.
Think You that I do hear the cry
Of the anomie
Bleating in the cold
Stripped like a soil
Of family, values eroded, washout
Disaster prone children
Frightened,
Narcotized on therapies
Profiting from commercial lies
That says it pays to advertise.
I could not close my eyes
While you are awake
Dipping your bread in my soup
After I washed your feet
Because I had no choice
My back growing trees that never fruit
Bleeding where there was no root
The incessant whipping of pain
Slivers of light in silver glee.
I will not sleep
Without a firm boundary
On which to dream.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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