In our bosom, we lie in shame,
In a tantalising tone, they ask our name,
Our pride taken, we stand stolid and speechless,
And our destiny had been made shapeless.
In our bosom, fear left us lamed.
As lion stares a lion, we are tamed.
We seem to have all but muscles;
Muscles require solving puzzles.
In our bosom, we ought to be us,
We need no telling to hold hands and not fuss.
Arise and let's face the globe with a presence of mind,
For a presence of mind, let's change our state of mind.
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Arise and let's face the globe with a presence of mind, For a presence of mind, let's change our state of mind." If all my African people could read this. Nice piece by Xorla
@Zyan... Thanks for your sincere comment; Xorla would be proud to read them.
Every single line of this poem is well crafted with master mind and with master hands. I must say that Xorla is the deepest; the most matured Ghanaian poet in this generation.