Give Martin Lutherking Jr,
The cup of transfiguration,
And he shall drink from
The river of vaudeville
And thoughtless transmigration,

Listen children,
Nature taught me to drink
From the cup of tolerance,
But how can Akwasidae
Be enjoyed in praises?
That is the drums and claps of Africa
Beating and pleading violently
In excess fear and tears,

Now I know, that
I will never know
My enemies until
I become one,
Yes, I will never know
My love ones until
I enjoy the fruit of love,

Oh no, the sacred calico
Has grown weak and dim,
And the hunter has brought
A friendly mamba home,

My child, do not question
The nursing mother
Why she is raining in pain,
For the door of her anchor
Is now shattered in the
Valley of infinite darkness,
And her child is off
To serve the prelate ancestor,

Behold, the naked Gods
Have nestled their own,
And have rewarded nature
With the official dress
Of the ritual raven,
This quagmire is blood-curdling
And emotionally unfathomable.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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