Poets' Corner
Naked I Came
We entered the world.Without any argument miraculously isn't it?
We entered naked.
We go naked though we forget it.
We hunger and thirst for all the world.
What we claim its origin we know not.
We shout and say my possessions it's sad.
We cry and demand for all things till we can no more of it.
We forget these cannot be with us on the death bed.
With nothing we came though we forget.
Kwadjo Attakora Baah
26th July 1983
The little gods still rest inTheir stony inertness
The sacred stools nevertheless lie
On their dusty sides
Here we stand
Congregated,
Drenched in hallucination fumes
Here we stand
Amalgamated,
Blinded with frustration tears,
Here we stand
Banded
With a barbed wire of fears
Too vague to point out
Yet too universal
Not to dare acknowledge.
So it is gin we pour
Really.
It is a ram
Bleating the animistic dirge
Whilst we insist on the human song of salvation
Insist on seeing the beast blood flow
To save and appease
Crimes and murders
Tehtey
