Foetal Protestations
When you think of doing it again
Remember,
That in my beginning was her end.
Your metallic clang of forceps and scalpels
Jarred on my blood when you accomplished my murder.
But I was too weak to fight back, to protest, so I took her
along the path you sent me.
When you think of doing it again
Remember,
That I asked for no life from you.
But in one brief moment of carnal ecstasy,
You initiated my being, but feared the responsibility.
So you laid me flat with concoctions potent—
With cold shiny steel you forced my evacuation
Like a man caught in armed conflict.
When you think of doing it again
Remember,
That I am a necessary part of your act—
The spasms of joy that run through you are not without their
consequences,
So when you think of doing it again
Remember me
Before you take the final plunge into her veneric depth.
SAM ANTWI BAADU
A Wish for Peace
I wish I had the voice,
A voice strong enough to tell brothers
To unite to be a strong family;
Oh, that I had a voice,
That appealing voice to urge nations
To live at peace with one another.
I wish I had the voice,
A voice persuasive
enough to ask makers
To stop making deadly weapons;
Oh, that I had the voice,
That powerful voice to command peoples at war
To put down their arms.
I wish I had the voice
A voice assuring enough to bring all dissident nations
To sit together and talk peace—
Peace as it is meant to be—
As brother loves his brother—
Peace in its practical nature—
As nation helps nation—
Not as the mare meaningless word
The world now knows it.
Then brother shall not fear brother,
And nations of the world can live in harmony,
See and enjoy the sweet fruits
Of perfect peace.
H.
AUGUST ENNINFUL
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