Answer Me Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

‎I am told,
‎Wisdom is full of you as a nation,
‎Flowing  like fine wine,
‎Healing broken wounds,
‎Sealing like clouds,
‎So ancestors, please answer me,
‎Answer me, who am I?
‎I am, a child born of right or fear,
‎Would having freedom become tears?
‎Would having a voice become violence?
‎Would silence become levity?
‎Liberty oh please, answer me, ancestors,
‎Answer me,
‎From the depths of your wisdom,
‎You are a kingdom,
‎My ancestors,
‎Would night always become darker?
‎Would light always shine?
‎Would the wind not blow and rain comes there after?
‎Would the sun not shine and settle there after?
‎Would pain not go and smile comes there after?
‎Would love not heal, if broken?
‎Would the rich always become richer?
‎Would the poor always become poorer?
‎Must our freedom be infringed?
‎Must our voice not be heard because we are not famous;
‎Please answer me, my ancestors.
‎As I a comb your beard of wisdom,
‎Please answer me.