IF I WERE A POET

By: Victor K. Amu/ www.africanakua.com, Ghana

CONTINUATION …

If I can write a poem

I’ll call the six in one to the rescue

Oh our Mother who art in hell.

They deleted the Master

We clicked undo.

Tell Kwame his Ghana is gunned

Tell Dankwa his cedi is dollared.

Theodosia eeee!

Was your flag not in four colours glued together?

It has been shredded into political colours ooo

Green here!

Red there!

The yellow given to the stranger

You know we’re very kind to strangers

Our pride: the black is lost.

The Ghana Flag

This is why I want to be a poet.

Call Awunor, my John

Tell Diop, tell Brew

For the baptism, I cry.

 TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT WEEKLY EDITION

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