A Trip to Vengeful Bliss – In Loving Memory of Kofi Awoonor

A noonday touchdown A drive to Maiduguri On the wings of pyrrhic victory Veiled away –Uhuru She could not have led ‘em Yet again she could From sweet vengeful factories To hell on earth indeed A fiendish blot out Of cold and heat Removed from buried hatchet From grunts and bleats In the blazing desert deceit Mirages of marauding misogynists On the road to Ethiopia Carousing the blood of passers-by Enroute the Temple of Vengeful Bliss What trail left she What undying hate and misery As far as East is from West Staining with fear our consciences Reliving bloodguilt before our eyes Towers, Twins, Planes and Prosodies As far as West is from East Deafening with blasts our consciousnesses Debasing the need for our ears Tubes, Trains, Shopping mall melodies Songs of freedom not of sorrow To the departed via the west gate No more loss No more fear All released Numbed from tears A poet dismissed A sage remembered Repealed not by tragedy Cessation to your rhapsodies Damn hell’s raging fury Damn that woman scorned Damn their hopeless convictions Damn them all.   Photo Source: graphic.com.gh