Old Lion Goes Mad
It’s not a tale
The truth would bring to bear:
The old lion has gone mad again!
We lived in ancient houses made with mud
Days amounted to years long ago
The forests had survived it
The whites came, taught us to hew down trees
We fell most of these trees,
Moved to the city
The lion was the hunter’s best friend
He protected us, escorted us when we went on tours
There we tamed his teeth
And calmed his mind.
We lived in peace
Lo! Somehow now he bares his teeth
Tears humans into pieces
The old lion has gone mad again!
We feel insecure, the young ones
The pain must endure
Lost has been the lives of loved ones
Our souls we must guard too
We sleep at nights with many fears
The old lion we all know has gone mad again!
Who would recount our history?
Tell us to despise all the bad mysteries?
Who would urge us to forge ahead and fight on?
And guide us to heaven?
Our sense of attachment, our feeling of belongingness
To mother Africa is lost?
For the reason that ---
The old lion we tamed years ago
Has now gone mad?
Where are our aged herbalists, the gong-gong beaters?
Our linguists, the men of war?
Who would treat, cure--- soothe the old lion?
Who has gone mad again!
Copyright © Ebenezer Baiden-Amissah | Year Posted 2017
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