This Earth, My Brother

This Earth, My Brother

The dawn crack of sounds known
rending our air
shattering our temples toppling
raising earthwards our cathedrals of hope,
in demand of lives offered on those altars
for the cleansing that was done long ago.
Within the airwaves we carry
our hutted entrails; and we pray;
shrieks abandoned by lonely road-sides
as the gunmen’s boots tramp.
I lift up the chalice of hyssop and tears
to touch the lips of the thirsty
sky-wailing in a million spires
of hate and death; we pray
bearing the single hope to shine
burnishing in the destiny of my race
that glinting sword of salvation.

– Kofi Awoonor

Kofi Awoonor, the Ghanaian poet, diplomat and academic was shot to death by terrorists in the Westgate Mall in Nairobi, Kenya. Kofi Awoonor was born in a small village in Ghana in 1935 and wrote poems depicting Africa during colonization. He also served as Ghana’s representative for the United Nations from 1990-1994.

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