The Risen Heads

THE RISEN HEADS We know ourselves for long, since ages A time we spent in a small kiosk as bar boys, in the weekdays A time we spent processing fish in the odd days A time we spent tossing tops hunted from *Tanu Oh yeah, happy old days, formulating our dreams We have a dream and dare live to it Its true we change not in a day but overnight That we called a miracle, but alas unclear and forgotten The secrets and sufferings behind the curtains The struggles for the new phases of faces How the cogs of the mill chugs upon the flesh sleepless nights for the dream Empty stomachs just to save a dime Long long walks away from home I forsake the love of a family for it It was like a trash beyond the debris of a torrent Landed where it pleases, good or bad to be This day I have the meaning...... Now, you shall define molecules to me Now, I shall explain arts and meaning of poetry, if to recite this. Dedicaded to Dr. Godwin Dogbevia. PhD (Molecular Biology) (c) Lamptey Godson K. 30 th Nov. 2011