Black Tuesday (Tribute To President Mills)

Black Tuesday

Last Tuesday there was something strange in the sky

An unprecedented black rainbow enchanted the enraged sky

The sun hid like a sumptuous rabbit from a roaring lion

The ‘ap3tupr3’ refused to fly

The trees whined, the bells chimed, the silence screamed

 Hades touched the land... Right on the spine of Africa

My feet were cold from grief since there is no torch-bearer on the hill of Africa

I feel the chill but there is no thrill for Ghana’s milk has spilled

Grinding our emotions down the mill.... Oh Mills

This is a black maze we are sucked into... for we are amazed

Never knew sadness could be a craze

Our ancestors await a warrior with grace

I speak of the Emperor of Peace,

A new age Nkrumah, the father’s father

His demise has legendary refined, re-inclined... redefined.

Come and listen to your ‘’azonto’’ dirges

This man deserves no elegies but eulogies

The earth’s crust shall re-sound these words in harmonies

Like a linguist prepares the atmosphere for royalty

The Atumpan cries on its own like a child perplexed over paternity

Frames and frames of red and black in solidarity

Red and black – Africa is mourning

Red and black – The murderer is laughing

Red and black – I see a blood stain
Red and black – Politrics carries a dagger