Poetry

Bring The Daughters Home: A Poem by Kwabena Agyare Yeboah

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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
               back home

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(c) Kwabena Agyare Yeboah
Image: John Atherton

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