Traces

TRACES... A faint footstep left behind since my birth And a thousand years later, I found so clear A burning vision from the flames of wailing hearts A drum-beat, a bull-horn sound, a clap A music of realities dorn, this hour... ... somewhere this day... I live to see it clear, my footsteps; so clear From within the mirages I foresee a future So my hearts' wish now is the sun's dawn So I sing the lost rythm "Hail Thee Son's Afrikana" At long last! oh what a day.... For the sun's blesses upon my heard Times' testimony to my thirsts For what we lost long ago, wailing as losts...... Traces of our footsteps yonder the dark clouds Today is a merry day For traces recoverred For ideas emancipated For the shackles clang of freedom Worthy for none than the stocks* liberated now. Human conciousness, human liberation Spiritual Rediscoveries, soul cleansing Races fostering bonds, lands-boundaries collapses Hungers eradication, lives elongation When the accordions laugh, as the twilights blazes. (c) Lamptey Godson K. 2012