The People
The people
thousand angels came from beneath
they attacked our axis
by unpleading our culture
making our way back windy
delivering a platform of invasion for others
tactically they prove unknown to us
leaving us to thrive on the undefined
the route of confusion the made on our poor ways
death became our short sight
conflict on the other path
captivity was over yet slavery was known
strategically they invent a new way to be dominant
leaving our tools to fight for paper
gaining survival from them
when our tools rust uncertainly
our delicable way of conversation was over
physical moments with our family is gone
the independent in our blood on their side
our villages we admire most
we now despise them
black green in us had left to be replaced
lime taking over our vegetation
Copyright © Daniel Agyei Asenso | Year Posted 2019
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