A Stain of Blood

In celestial emblems
We carved the Coat of Arms with pride
And cut the umbilical cord of servitude from the slave mongers

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The Anthem was hallowed in feisty voices
And elation prevailed even after the yuletide
Little did we know that there were impending murderers

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Ghana - the Warrior King - walked on naked fires
And poured brimstones on Queen Elizabeth’s virtual abode

The Big Six trumpeted heroic accolades
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We brandished oil-splashed lancets
And offered no apologies to the feeble adage
That fertile minds were possessions of white skins
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Our kingmakers
Cannot be faulted for hitting the baritone
And ferried freedom and justice on the coast of gold grimes

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There is now a roll call of murderers
And boisterous appendages of the RULE
Are rampaging for more blood to flow like downpours

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The tongues of politicians
Are razors of bile;
As poisonous as diseased syringes and needles
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From the corridors of life-savers
Is a call for more war songs to force
The watershed spurt its banks
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The Coat of Arms
Are stoking spite
Whilst the Medicinae Doctor beats the canvass with bloodstained bristles

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The dead seas
Can no longer hold the viral blood spillage
There is a stain of blood on the land and we are counting fallen peasants!

Adama Bukari
22:43 CET
20/08/2015
Somewhere in Europe