The Silent Horses

The Silent Horses We have reached the land Of the silent horses Where all dead horses Tell the agile living horses To live in quietude. We have breached the timeless norms Of our ancestors and have allowed Feminine snakes to eat boiled eggs In the presence of the gigantic elephant. We have chosen the wrong culture and served wine to servants in the Gathering of wild lions in the forests. An ideal father controls his household- A male bird doesn't lay eggs A mother hen does She oughtn't boast of her ability to hatch chicken That alone isn't enough She must emulate the life of a real mother -train and bring up Her young ones in the beautiful rhythm Of African lore To her husband she must give Happiness and comfort. This tradition has existed since Adam But some have not kept the faith A mysterious enigma in African tales Herein lies broken And the storyteller's guitar String torn. Should we refuse to heed To the voices Of the silent horses? By Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah