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19.05.2023 Poem

@Nana Frema Busia: Untitled

19.05.2023 LISTEN
By Nana Afua Frema Busia

While we were yet Awake
It crept up on us
Stealth
Death 
Stench
Why did we not see it coming?
Incurable national Aches?

We  sought hell for help?
See how we are Drenched
No Depth
Just Debt
Death
Stench
Why do we now Yell?

They Laugh 
They Clap
To the trap Bank
Our stare is Blank
Our lives Bland
We cannot hear the Live -Band
We are on the Brink
Of the collapsing Wing
We cannot hear the bell Ring

Copyright: May 19, 2023
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