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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crossorigin="anonymous"></script>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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