Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah Biography

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 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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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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