The season of indefinite dilemma,
Why are you wailing?
Should I choose between
The image and the shadow?
Hmm, Okyeman is still waiting
To choose between victory
And his twain brother, defeat,
Alright, Okyeman!
Give me back my bread
And take away my water,
No, give me back my water
And take away my air,
No, give me back my air
And take away my pride,
No, give me back my pride
And take away my life,
No, give me back my life
And take away my good name,
No, give me back my good name
And take away my nothing,
Ah, my bread is buttered with blood,
Whiles the air is still socked with tension,
Is that the Ashanti infantary approaching
Swiftly from the far west for bloodshed?
Can anyone cease the head
Of this nephew of Obiri Yeboa?
The head of this great King,
Osie Tutu is ours today,
Indeed, when crocodiles
Eat their own eggs,
What will they not do
To the flesh of a toad?
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
The season of indefinite dilemma,
Why are you wailing?
Should I choose between
The image and the shadow?
Hmm, Okyeman is still waiting
To choose between victory
And his twain brother, defeat,
Alright, Okyeman!
Give me back my bread
And take away my water,
No, give me back my water
And take away my air,
No, give me back my air
And take away my pride,
No, give me back my pride
And take away my life,
No, give me back my life
And take away my good name,
No, give me back my good name
And take away my nothing,
Ah, my bread is buttered with blood,
Whiles the air is still socked with tension,
Is that the Ashanti infantary approaching
Swiftly from the far west for bloodshed?
Can anyone cease the head
Of this nephew of Obiri Yeboa?
The head of this great King,
Osie Tutu is ours today,
Indeed, when crocodiles
Eat their own eggs,
What will they not do
To the flesh of a toad?
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
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