BRIEFLY, BEFORE THE GONG BEGINS TO WAIL
written by: Eddie Awusi
Reproach is approaching.
The town’s Crier’s gong is a reproach.
It bears no remorse, bears no repentance –
Assaulting the nights.
Every day is a new incident,
A new fire without smoke,
A new death without the rites of passage,
Violence with no human face.
The Crier’s gong will wail today,
Telling bitter tales:
Of deprivations and bereavements;
Herdsmen and riffles.
The Crier’s gong is fearless,
Rudely incurring into the ears of the nights.
Stubbornly waking the snoring sleeping seas.
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