Should I jump?

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Sitting at the edge of the cliff

With no hope in life

My skin pains like a wound from a knife

Should I get up?

Or I should jump?

For my problems every ear is deaf

So what I think every year is death

I will jump to the cliff's depth

And deprive my nostrils breath

At least I can jump

So I won't jump

For not all have hands and legs to jump

Pain 

has gotten me insane

But nothing will i gain

When myself I slain

So I will get up and live again

©️BOADU STEPHEN

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Arise from your graves and look

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Title:Arise from your graves and look

We hail thee our patriotic fighters of old

We hail thee those who shared their blood selflessly

We hail thee for the love

We hail thee for the way you paved

We are the posterity you thought about so we hail thee

You left us with fortune for that we hail thee

Your sweat and tears became the river

And your strength and willpower built on it a canoe for us to cross far away from slavery, torture,poverty,lack of confidence and other retrogressive commodities

that kills a community

At least you fought for the majority

If nothing at all our independence is a certainty

You restored our sanity

And brought us to the reality

We wish you were here

For we are full of fear

And our eyes filled with tears

We are in debt

We are hungry

We are in tattered penury

We are lost

We are confused

Because our leaders' favorite dishes are

Promise and fail

We don't care

Nepotism

Political witch-hunting

Create,loot and share

The rich must be rich

The poor must be poor

Politicians are super citizens

The electorate are inferior citizens

Big English vocabularies

Such as 

Their flibbertigibbet during confabulation has cause the system to discombobulate

And many more other useless talks 

that do not bring progress

Also

They behave as if

they are thieves

As for our kings and queens

Hmmm!

They are ready to dig your graves 

and sell the land and your bones

You brought a school system that taught us that the water is colourless

They have called you liars

Because they have proven to us that the water from our rivers  has a brown colour

They sit down and watch as we lose our heritage and pride

Nudity

Is now a woman walking on the streets of our community

They have sold their authority

They have even sold almost  all the gold regalia you left in their palaces

So they put around their necks and wrists artifacts painted with gold paint

They wrap their staff of authority with a shinny gold papers from a cigarette box

When you talk they say you lack manners

Almost all of them are into politics

there is no one to remind the politicians where we came from

So we are suffering

Day by day

Week by week

Moon by moon

years after years

We are afraid of tomorrows and tomorrows to come

You hate to come back as visitors

just turn back and look our ancestors

The mansion you built is now a rubble

Your offsprings

Are still puppet on a string

A bee without its sting

We have blindfold our instincts

With materials from political party flags

We are in pain

I'm wondering what the future generations will gain

For we have created a severe harmattan with our behavior

We need a heavy rain to be our savior

A rain that will beat us 

A rain that will wash away our foolishness

A rain that will bring back our memories

A rain

That can train

Our brain

And alleviate our pain

Arise oh our ancestors from your graves and look

BOADU STEPHEN

+233248407156

When silence speaks

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Sounds of silence

Quietness

Stillness

Motionless

Soundless

As if we are deaf

Like talking to an angry wife

That's how silence makes a sound

All year round

The empty space above

Is not there for a stanza

That's where silence wrote

When she refused to give a sound

Silence is not bias

 Because the way the deaf hear silence

Same way the good ear hears