Fatigued and shaken we wait
The smell of death spreading
Caught up in a war of another
The news have nothing new
Imaginary screams of babies
Calls for mama, daddy and god
In a second their eyes meet
His stare fearfully triumphant
Sounds of helicopters
And the loudness of fear
In the sirens of our hearts
I weep for me. You and all.
Tears for unknown friends
and familiar strangers.
The deaths I have died.
Mine and others’. We die.
Your ancestors and mine.
The coffee has been cold
A sun and a moon after
The cups sit uncollected
He was here just yesterday
Kofi Awoonor has crossed over
In the shadow of our deaths Kofi
We carry life with grace
And when the shadow dies
We are dead to our own deaths
We have died before
Deaths not our own
And with one death
We offer to you a sacrifice
And in the death of another
We have had our slice
In the death of the everyday
We have become dead to life.
And in our dead lives
We can no longer live
As though we weren’t dead
To our own lives
But when our deaths come
We will have forgotten how to
And our tears will be for another
We have been here before
Too much pain mate
But not enough synonyms
Streaming thoughts of hate
And possible antonyms
Still I love