Are you free?
Am I free?
Are we free?
The feeding fetus
Detaches itself after birth
A true point of maturity
Saying goodbye to the placenta
Was it a point of independence?
Or was it a point of freedom?
Oh! This I always ponder in wonder
For we are detached
And yet firmly attached
We are the puppets
At the agile hands of a puppeteer
Making us always dance
Even when our stiff joints
Need oiling and massaging
But why does the tick still suck sweet
When it has long bloomed?
Why should the guest turns a pest
After being given a bosom rest?
And you!
Why always make haste
To taste a waste paste?
Oh! Tell me
Are we freely free indeed?!
Where lies our future?
Where lies our destiny?
The edenic garden on a fertile land of gold
Ashanti!
The kingdom whose boundaries were only penetrated
With treaties, never with canons
Ashanti!
The empire whose monarchy was furiously fissured
Yet could not be humbled into ‘crumbles’
Ashanti!
The people whose culture and tradition
Is a feast of smiling stars in their sparkling splendor
Ashantis!
The kingdom whose majestic steps
Always tame the troubled waters
Ashanti!
The empire blessed by the gods with a stool of gold
Ashanti!
The first graduates of Ananse’s weaving school
Ashanti!
The people whose hospitality
Turns strangers into natives
Ashanti!
The empire whose installation of her kings
Make the whole world walk to Manhyia
Ashanti!
The people whose heads are held high
Under the legendary leadership of Osei Tutu
Ashanti!
The porcupine warriors
Who double in thousands with the last man standing
Ashantis!
The porcupine warriors
Who never run out of quills!
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Ashanti! by Adjei Agyei Baah
Adjei Agyei Baah is a Strategic Management Lecturer of University College of Management Studies, Kumasi and a Co-founder of Poetry Foundation Ghana.
His poems have been published in many anthologies such as Sun And Snow [Canada, 2010], We Come From One Place [2010, Mensa Press], Whispers in the Whirlwind [2010, Mensa Press] and had also been published in haiku sites such as Shamrock.
Adjei Agyei Baah is a Strategic Management Lecturer of University College of Management Studies, Kumasi and a Co-founder of Poetry Foundation Ghana.
His poems have been published in many anthologies such as Sun And Snow [Canada, 2010], We Come From One Place [2010, Mensa Press], Whispers in the Whirlwind [2010, Mensa Press] and had also been published in haiku sites such as Shamrock.
Are you free?
Am I free?
Are we free?
The feeding fetus
Detaches itself after birth
A true point of maturity
Saying goodbye to the placenta
Was it a point of independence?
Or was it a point of freedom?
Oh! This I always ponder in wonder
For we are detached
And yet firmly attached
We are the puppets
At the agile hands of a puppeteer
Making us always dance
Even when our stiff joints
Need oiling and massaging
But why does the tick still suck sweet
When it has long bloomed?
Why should the guest turns a pest
After being given a bosom rest?
And you!
Why always make haste
To taste a waste paste?
Oh! Tell me
Are we freely free indeed?!
Where lies our future?
Where lies our destiny?
The edenic garden on a fertile land of gold
Ashanti!
The kingdom whose boundaries were only penetrated
With treaties, never with canons
Ashanti!
The empire whose monarchy was furiously fissured
Yet could not be humbled into ‘crumbles’
Ashanti!
The people whose culture and tradition
Is a feast of smiling stars in their sparkling splendor
Ashantis!
The kingdom whose majestic steps
Always tame the troubled waters
Ashanti!
The empire blessed by the gods with a stool of gold
Ashanti!
The first graduates of Ananse’s weaving school
Ashanti!
The people whose hospitality
Turns strangers into natives
Ashanti!
The empire whose installation of her kings
Make the whole world walk to Manhyia
Ashanti!
The people whose heads are held high
Under the legendary leadership of Osei Tutu
Ashanti!
The porcupine warriors
Who double in thousands with the last man standing
Ashantis!
The porcupine warriors
Who never run out of quills!
Ashanti! by Adjei Agyei Baah
Are you free?
Am I free?
Are we free?
The feeding fetus
Detaches itself after birth
A true point of maturity
Saying goodbye to the placenta
Was it a point of independence?
Or was it a point of freedom?
Oh! This I always ponder in wonder
For we are detached
And yet firmly attached
We are the puppets
At the agile hands of a puppeteer
Making us always dance
Even when our stiff joints
Need oiling and massaging
But why does the tick still suck sweet
When it has long bloomed?
Why should the guest turns a pest
After being given a bosom rest?
And you!
Why always make haste
To taste a waste paste?
Oh! Tell me
Are we freely free indeed?!
Where lies our future?
Where lies our destiny?
wow very powerful poem