This poem, untitled, yet beautiful in all its meaning, was submitted by one reader of my blog, Collins Boakye. I have mulled the content and found it saying a story deeper in resonance than the lines suggest on surface. It has an ellement of antiquity to it and speaks both across time, across to a deity and down to the generations. I absolutely love every bit of it and in due time, I will attempt a review of it. Happy reading.
When sorrow becomes the banner of life
It is you we come to
When tears run through our body and blood comes through our eyes
It is you we come to
When hope sleeps
We have no one to see than despair
It is you we come to
When misery visits your sons and daughters
It is you we come to
Blind our hearts
Shut our eyes
We will relish in our pain
Oh why! Why ! Why! The rooster is crowing at mid- day
Our spoils has become our plague.
Is there a story we have not heard?
Afar, there cries our mothers and children
We cannot take it anymore
Take us back..
African Soulja 
Glad you love my poem.
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i like it…keep it up.
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I love the poem and will reblog it too
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Hi there, just became aware of your blog through Google, and found that it is truly informative. I will appreciate if you continue this in future. Numerous people will be benefited from your writing. Cheers!
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The prodigal son.So touching
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your comments are really inspirational. I am glad you read the poem.
stay blessed!!!!
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I came, following the image. Is it royalty free so that I might use it on a book cover? Interesting poem :)
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Caryl, I didn’t take the shot and I don’t quite remember where I got it. I was too naive back then to look for and credit the source, compared to later articles. Sorry and hope your book takes you places.
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