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BRING THE DAUGHTERS HOME
(In Solidarity With My Nigerian Brothers and Sisters)
Orphaned tears rain today
The sun does not dry the spots on leopards
And does the storm make idiots out of our men?
Death is not to be smeared on the innocent
The fathers kill their seeds
Stars are plucked in the day
It is not night yet
How can the elderly call stump in the river 'a crocodile'?
How can the river eat the sea?
Ogun must be drunk from blood-stained gourd
Erzulie, wake your husband up
The souls that wail traffic in our being
bring the daughters home
bring back our daughters
bring them back
(c) Kwabena Agyare Yeboah
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