The Vision
Obscurest night I lay asleep
After the cold sun had beaten me to death
From the holy night a voice echoed
Beholding my lifeless body to walk and talk
In a vision certainly like a dream
I meet death on his way
With three friendly accomplice
Whose wolfish eyes cast a jealous glance at me
Stand aside! They bide me
Like a sea turtle I strove to dry shod
Masking there face like newly ushered thieves
Ready to devour any thing on their way
As the spoilt brat of lazy rich men
Their protrude stomach blithe with satisfaction
Being so admirable like a plague
One by one the entered
The little tinny house near the old grave
Across the mountain close to the river
Were the lonely old woman lives
Disgrace witchcraft she was accuse
Cloaked with a beam of light
Close to her heart the bible laid
Like a little child ready to be baptized
With there tinny legs the match around her
In silence the earth slumbers
Hail! Her soul they lift
Into the chariot the summon
Like the rich old man and his new old shoes
She smiled with tenderness
As a baby born on a beautiful festive night
Beholding such sight I wept
Dripping hard on my chest my tears flow
She cheated death too long
Now she's carried shoulders high
As a king newly coroneted
They walked away into the darkest night
Watching every step they take
The boneless bone after the evening meals paved way
Off and off the soar away from the ground
In this silent night as a classroom on a Friday night
They dragged her away
poem by Samuel Donkor
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