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&nbsp;
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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Boadu Stephen

Should I jump?

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&nbsp;
Their flibbertigibbet during confabulation has cause the system to discombobulate
And many more other useless talks&nbsp;
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&nbsp;
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 &nbsp;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 &nbsp;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&nbsp;
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

Arise from your graves and look

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
 
&nbsp;Because the way the deaf hear silence
Same way the good ear hears