The Patriot, the Countryman: There’s Nothing Here – A Poem

 

The Patriot, the Countryman: There’s Nothing Here

war eye
Image: War Eye by Charles Tsevis

We leave the land to fallow
and carry dreams as currency in purse,
standing in queues that only rehearse deaths

We too will join the wander-boat
even if the voyage massages our testicles

Grains of sand rain from insults, masquerading as manna
and it feeds thorns

The future is an endangered ecosystem
that only makes promises

The voice of muezzin will only sketch fulfillment

but echoes of reality will be silences in a thousand ways

lives are skeletons whose significances are the epitaphs
existence is only paved by survival

We just live the numbers
We are the statistics

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© Kwabena Agyare Yeboah
Image: War Eye by Charles Tsevis

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Kwabena Agyare Yeboah

Kwabena Agyare Yeboah is a Ghanaian poet.

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