BALLAD Of THE SOUL BROTHER

Soul Brother 

Your mind has journeyed

Far from your brain 

Making your thoughts a bane 

In the flare of ignorance 

When you are the soul 

To change the story 

Of our uncelebrated glory 

When  you're the sacred 

Fortifier of our future 

Yet, like an infatuated hen 

You kowtow to the chase and woo

Of the seductive epileptic fascist rooster

I cannot quite make out over head-

You fling at the doorstep. Of the 

bespectacled man in black suit, sometimes parading 

With a host of your likes 

Only to sell your fate 

To sell ours for pence -

For the rickety

To lick mucus as breakfast-

Strengthening the impoverishing cycle 

A practice daunting I find

But you never glean 

Of the temporary last of milk 

This 'Master give. But you do only at last 

When the milks dry 

And the fields are barren to mow 

Late it be, soul brother! 

Our havens leak even more 

Without a tool to patch

Soul Brother

Kwadwo Mintah-Nuamah

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