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Last poem before midnight

But before that

Let me tell you a fact

That has lingered in my soul for long

Even though I know I will be hang

It is midnight but I hear no chime

Ask me how I got to know the time

I Am an owl born in Ghana

From our ancient name akana

I have seen tru-story past

Yes I know you won't believe but it is a must

I saw it all happen

When your forefathers where napping

They ask you to hold the bible

Took away your gold, time and you nibble

Made slaves out of your ancestors

Held your mind in captive like transistors

And gosh you are still holding it

As if your precious past never fit

You accepted something uncritically

And allowed it to enslave you consistently

Now am an owl and you will hear more of me

But trust me this is not a fib

I have seen generations

Held in captive with no salvation

I didn't blame them, but you I do

If you still want to hide under that hood

I have said my own

Even if am alone

I am here to stay

And my journey continues

An Owl's Travel by Nana Kwame Nketsiah - HTML preview

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