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21.08.2015 Feature Article

A Stain of Blood

A Stain of Blood
21.08.2015 LISTEN

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


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


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

The Big Six trumpeted heroic accolades

We brandished oil-splashed lancets
And offered no apologies to the feeble adage
That fertile minds were possessions of white skins

Our kingmakers
Cannot be faulted for hitting the baritone
And ferried freedom and justice on the coast of gold grimes


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


The tongues of politicians
Are razors of bile;
As poisonous as diseased syringes and needles

From the corridors of life-savers
Is a call for more war songs to force
The watershed spurt its banks

The Coat of Arms
Are stoking spite
Whilst the Medicinae Doctor beats the canvass with bloodstained bristles


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

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