Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

I dream of you day and night
And wish to return to you;
When I see you with open hands
Day and night have I occupied myself with your thought;
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From the tribes come the cries of grief
From the phlegm a stream of tears flows
In the dept of our hearts
In the vacuum created suddenly
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I searched my heart
I tried to pretend
You were the one I always found
I tried to ignore your presence
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From the mountain top
onward we go;
Marching gallantly in shrouded countenance
Our Brides awaits us in purple apparel;
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Awake mother Africa, awake
For you lie asleep for long
Your future is in the balance
And your dignity fades away with the passing of the days
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Down below the ground come the voices of the great heroes
The pillars of Africa in those days........
From the west come the cries of grief
From the horizon flows the blood of Africa
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We have suffered long in silence
We the innocents of the land
Guns and bullets holds our rights
And death is hastened by hunger
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Life.... Life.... Life....
Oh life, life is truely a mystery
Life, life, life
Why is it beyond understanding?
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She walks
Gorgeously with the elegance of an adorned Princess
And her shadow, cast to her behind,
Is the shrouded image of a professional model
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From above a new life descends to my love;
Riding on an angel's back;
With glittering hamper dangling from behind
Arise from your slumber mesmerizer
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Oh beautiful woman
The epitome of love
It is you I greet dear mother
The one whose nipple I suckled at infancy
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Always in mind Love
Your image clear as crystals in the rising sun
Though distance holds us apart
Circumstance can never take you afar
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Pow! pow! ! bellowed the gun
It echoes sending shiver upon the phlegm
And heroism finding shelter after moments,
The scene floods with women;
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No cross; no crown
Therefore be a man in every situation
For it is true;
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
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Slowly defeat creep unto our porch
And slavery approaches us unseen
Slowly our dignity leaves us unnoticed
And aliens seize our weapons
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A somnambulist I slumber my way home
My path is clear
But my deceived brain makes bumps of it
A deception that often brainwashes the mind of its own course
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From the horizon I come to you my love
With an oasis of emotions dwindling from a restless heart;
A victim of an unconditional separation
I have come, alas, in writing
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As the night approaches
And mortals retire from their toils
The clouds gather with life
Bed time is story time
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You break my heart
When you say you love someone else
Happiness flees from my side
Sorrow sets my heart ablaze
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