Poems from Samuel Obeng Appah
Death, a cold ice that freezes our bloom A known silence that constantly loomsIt’s our final reward after the race;From where it comes, no...
In their red and blackthe mourners are moving their bodiesto the sound of happy dirges.The men and women in cloth gyrate their waiststo the...
In their red and blackthe mourners are moving their bodiesto the sound of happy dirges.The men and women in cloth gyrate their waiststo the...
Chaos!Water, sun, guns, rainPolitics, torture, deceits, painFire, carelessness and our house is guttedYet, more deception so our hope is...
In their red and blackthe mourners are moving their bodiesto the sound of happy dirges.The men and women in cloth gyrate their waiststo the...