SPEAKING TO THE FUTURE

 SPEAKING TO THE FUTURE

By the bank of River Volta

There wrote I my dream

With the pen of my finger

To engage the worlds of my words.

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On the white sea sand,

My finger scribbled the dreams – 

Pull through the danger of dying unheard.

It read so long a title.


Torn between the Castle and Independence,

Followed me a path that led away

Yonder the boundaries of the Seas

With a promise of catching a Bigger fish without a boat.


It was a shrouded idea to conceive

But this was in the stupor of my sleep.

That someday, the Sun that dries my energy

And the chains that bind my strength


Shall be shackles broken 

And find me a ladder to climb atop the citadel

That forbids liberty and freedom.

Whence shall I declare to my ancestors


A victory speech

Cataloguing my struggles on the sea and at shore.

Under the sound of which, meek and weary souls shall be emancipated.

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