Lies Or Lice Poem by Doris Dzameshie

The lies were plentiful, the room did choke,
When the trumpeter spoke, the air turned thick.
As mouths opened wide, the lice took flight,
Landing on shirts, so white and slick.

Inch by inch, like warriors brave and bold,
The lice climbed, a tedious journey they bore.
Up the skirt, 'round the back, and up the neck,
To the hair, their promised land of lore.

The brown toasted persecutor, fierce in stance,
Hurled books at the trumpeter, with a glance.
The lice, in frantic crawl, gasped for breath,
Electrified, they leaped, facing death.

The orange hair, a wild tempestuous sea,
As the persecutor grinned, 'A criminal, thee! '
The lice, in shock, did jump and dive,
'Lies, all lies, ' they thought, 'but we'll survive.'

Torgbui Wenya's spirit, they did invoke,
As backward they danced, history's truth awoke.
'Akpe ma da na mawu, ' their victory chant,
For truth shall reign, the valiant innate law shall prevail.