Ideas Poem by Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

From our neck of the woods, Our suggestions float invisible in the air
In uncountable diversities we could forever imagine

And for a showcase we exist, as the yoke of knowledge and circumstances embedded in albumen of personalities

With triggered urgency they form, in the heads upon our sombre necks;
Some fertile, some sterile; Waiting for dispatch by a dreaming soul

Nonetheless, they are with us, buried deep in our minds, waiting for the perfect time to build a better tomorrow