THE PASSERBY
We built him a home
We are a hospitable nation--
The passerby deserves
A comfortable rest
We built him a home
We are a hospitable nation--
The passerby deserves
A comfortable rest
He comes and goes
With our belongings--
Pulls down our walls and place
Our mats on streets
With our belongings--
Pulls down our walls and place
Our mats on streets
He clothes us
In black and red garments
Joyfully he flaunts
His blood stained teeth
In black and red garments
Joyfully he flaunts
His blood stained teeth
Promises sail on
Our tears to chase his steps----
He's incarcerated for life
Behind political tongues
Our tears to chase his steps----
He's incarcerated for life
Behind political tongues
Then the sun comes
To dry our tears--
Whitening our mourning
Garments
Erasing painful memories
To dry our tears--
Whitening our mourning
Garments
Erasing painful memories
Promises sink into dry land
Wounded hearts heal
Wounded hearts heal
We are a peace-loving nation
Yes we write again to June-July
To bring our guest
For we enjoyed his stay with us!
Yes we write again to June-July
To bring our guest
For we enjoyed his stay with us!
©Sarpong Kumankoma
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