CAPE COAST

CAPE COAST
For how long has the sea
Washed her shores?
How loud has she been roaring?
How strong has her face  been shivering?

Yet I see the indelible prints
Of feet that kissed the
The burial sight of their umbilical cords
Farewell to ply

The blood stained path
That swallowed the sons of our land
And vomited them into
Belly of darkness
Their identity eaten away
By the sharp teeth of a whip

From where the sea
Embraces the sky I hear
The faint cries of flesh tearing
Away from souls

The past visited the present

I sit watching the monstrous castle
--Almost licking the sky--
Cast her shadow of fear on dwarf huts

I hear deceitful voices saying
Black is sin
White is right

Is the castle not white?
And the cannons not black?

©Sarpong Kumankoma

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