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 Unashamed; 

Filled with greed. 

They sat in the mud they’ve invented, 

sipping koolade from the cup in our hands. 

_____

Our soul weeps

Our lips are dry, for lack of words—

to express our pain,

our hopelessness 

Oh, the economic darkness 

that hangs over our heads

____

A pocket full of rocks, 

but we want peace and not war

We waited for a savior, but they

gave us Barabbas;

to rule over a weakling lamb.

_____

Let’s go the West

Let’s got to the west 

Let’s go and drink 

milk and honey.

Alas, no one knew what was

in stored —

a belly filled with illusional 

promises, and hopes;

the catalyst of wanderers.

______

We died with our kids

We died from severe hunger;

Enroute to Rome.

____

We died with anger 

When help never came

____

We died unfulfilled 

We died unfulfilled 

Cause our leaders emptied

the destiny in our cups

as we wandered like sheeps

without shepherds.

_____

Ah, we died like animals

We died like we were not humans

______

We are dead.

Unfulfilled. 

Gone too soon.

Like a candle;

after the storm.

______

Millions will join us…

As long us greedy people 

Rule the land of my fathers.

_____

Rhythms Of Africa

Copyright 5/17/16  || McDaniels Gyamfi 

1 Comment

  1. Gravity of Grace, I need to share with you a poem I just published last week, as I use the phrase ‘gravity of grace.’ Maybe you’ll like it, kind of a hip-hop flow but totally inspired by the gospel. I actually wrote it while feeling the oppression the Tibetans feel in their native land, writing it while living among Tibetans and Chinese. https://gospelisosceles.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/sourceel-origen/

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