A THOUGHT IN APRIL

A THOUGHT IN APRIL
We are fruits of the same tree
The wind of dispersal
Blew apart---

Under her shade we dwell
Bearing the scars of a common past

One soil we all have
Our roots crawl digging through
rocks weaving a
Basket of manuring sweat
Along the cardinal points

Unfossiliferous skeletons
Who were stripped of their flesh---
Heaped under this soil
Awaiting their death

They fell felling the toxic exotic
Seeds the sea sowed on our land---
The thorns that were
Piercing our mother's soul

Their blood
Sweat and saliva became
The river that hauled
The uprooted parasitic plants
Back to the villainous sea
That brought them

The diamond-white umoja river
Sans selfish stains

One by one the sea toted
Them to their hearthstone
Thence their roots and branches
invade our home;
And they are deified

If the roots and branches
Of one of our own
Crosses to our home
It is an anathema---
It's sunlight being stolen
It's the soil's meagre milk
And honey being drained

They are  chopped off to
Spark the silliest simpleton's
Mocking cackles

©Sarpong Kumankoma