Seducers of the sky above,
Drinkers of the salty sea,
Oh, possessors of the earth below,
How I wish I never existed,
How I wish the Gods never existed,

You are gradually fading away the
Splendid beauty of my true existence,
Yes, the tornadoes and the hurricanes
And the thunderclap and the fire
Shall always accompany your existence,

Oh yes, I am about to express
My distaste for your order,
The beautiful part of my nature
Have you consciously eroded,
But the thunder-Gods shall surely
Deal with you relentlessly,

Hmm, everyone that knows your works
Shall have a nasty story to tell your kind,
For your passion for wealth and excellence
Has imprison my wretched soul
And has divided my living bones,
Mother earth has no more pleasure in you,
Before your unforgiving existence,
Truly, I knew the story of the
Old one and his nature,

Wait and experience my mighty right arm,
Always shall you seek
My indefinite destruction,
Always shall I seek indefinite
Vengeance on your children’s children,
Unfortunately, it is ignorance that
Makes the rat attack the cat.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

The rejuvenated year has finally shed
It’s twinkling leaf on my greenness,
Oh yes, my years have tasted the darkest
Side of the seasonal stainless moon,
Causing juvenile mango trees to bath
The malleable aurora dews,

This is my wind howling fiercely in the dark
And sobbing streams of tattoo tears,
My dreams have even caused my essence
To conjure the wordless spells of the ancestress,
Lest the dreary thunderstorm of thirst
Swims over my horrendous firmament,

Give a voice to the air!
For there is not a breath of air stirring
At my munitions of peace,
I can even feel the dry pulse
And the heartbeat of the naked Gods
Piercing the calm natural day,

Oh no, the Sun-Gods has drunk the
Stream behind my coloured walls,
Causing the stretch marks on the
Back of Mother Earth to bleach,
You dare ask Tweaduampon Kwame
To weep on your scorching pepper,
For the friendship of the pregnant clouds
Was indeed for the raining season only.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

My little children,
Listen to the words of wisdom
Pouring out of the eighty calabashes,
And let the ancestors
Propose a toast over
My untimely strife,

I can only pretend
To appreciate taste and sight
In this present nature of mine,
For it is only the madman who
Goes to sleep when his roof is on fire,
But the bat can only
Think of himself as a bird,

Hmm, an eagle does not go to
The market place unless there
Is something new to find,
See how I have become
A spectacle to the sparrows
And the infants calling
Me a witch in the market places,

How sweet is youth,
Yet it flies from us,
Be happy now,
If you wish to be happy,
For one cannot be sure of tomorrow
And old age is not a curse,
But a stage in life.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Now see, I am forbidden
By my totem not to eat
The meat of the dog,
For my future cannot
Even distinguish between
Water and palm-wine,

Oh, life is ill,
When I went to the bush
To fetch the medicine,
I met a fearful fellow on the way,
But no, an evil ancestral spirit
Snatched the medicine
From my hopeless soul,

Unfortunately, fellow crusaders
Were looking ghastly at my
***** rag, not loosing
Sight of my plucky suffering,
None fetches firewood
From my bush anymore,
Where the tree of the
Pawpaw has fallen,
Not even my enemies,

Hmm, I was made to swear
The divine oath of solidarity,
But fairness was not found
In the heart of my companions,
Given me the hope that,
The everlasting python
Which live in the Birim river
Did not make a mistake in
Confirming my creation,
Indeed, when myth dies
Only force is made free.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

King of the Universe, True of Voice,
The chief of Africa, great of strength,
Lord of reverence, who made all earth,
More eminent of nature than any Gods,
Over whose beauty and light the Gods rejoice,

To whom praise is given in the hearts of men,
Almighty One, with thy grace and love
I was conceived and brought forth in thy
Own true image and called me Kabutu,

I beseech thee to use thy Spirit of Peace
To create a beauty like unto Asaase Yaa
And like unto a man called a woman,
With thy mercies, I pray thee to serve
Each man with this same Spirit of Peace.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

This quiet night is too pure,
And the envious one is about
To sow the seed of jubilation,
Evil has overtaking me,
And my love one is about to
Bleed the tears of contempt,

The struggle is real,
And the jealous one is about to coat
The motion portrait of euphoria,
Why was this price not accepted
Before my first moan?
This breathless peace cannot be the
Place where my heart calls home,

Oh life, spite my weightless star
Over the southern hyaline,
I cannot not believe that my inept
Name is about to ration the little
Palmwine with the prelate ancestors,

How long will my wife’s
Womb continue to yowl?
Fate could not even wait
For my fondness to breathe my sun,

Beat the overt drums of time
And give me a *** of warm water,
For my blank soul has no other
Value except endurance and rejection,

Blow the covert horn of endless time
And let me ride over dawn and dusk’
For my greatest traitor has come
To hint me of my beholder’s score,

My sacred cloud waves are now
Pregnant with dry rain of gold dust,
What have I done to
Wound my own ghost?

I have nothing more
To sacrifice except my morrow,
Alight my irrevocable paean at the
Potent door of my inescapable darkness
And let the Gods take possession and audit
My perfect price of ornate fragrance.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

The Tower of success
Is upon a mountain
Which is surrounded by
An ocean of strenuous efforts,

Now see, there is also
A divine light which
Goes with a natural principle
That every man needs
Before getting up to the hill,

With Tweaduampon on our side,
We have been able to
Make the Tower our home,

Oh yes, only the black man
Has the key to the
Tower of Success
Without fear and tears,

We are the Africans,
Leadership is our role
And success if our hallmark,

This eternal light is in you,
And only the Blackman
Can make you discover it,

Come and support
The course of Africa,
And we shall make you
A discoverer of excellence.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com