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For whence my DNA is prosperity

and birthright a yoke of honey

who shouldest curse thy pot

 

For whence my wealth is dew

and sinew pillar is renewed

who shouldest cast the dark shadow

 

For whence my life is green

and on this meadow

the god of oblivion is no ally

who shouldest fight the rains

 

For whence I am weak and bleak

and lost in the soul of time,

who shouldest proclaim my sleep in the sight of God

 

This guest had no tastier snuff

to offer me hand to reach the high shelf

and as a humble sheep,

with no guided light of the shepherd,

I have learnt to bleat my own bleat

and chew the cud in my own discrete pent

 

So ask not of me to fetch you hope

from the gourd of which your hands could not enter.

 

I shall rise in your time

I shall rise in your reign

For the winds to echo my name in distant glories

 

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Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah