Tomorrow will hurt me
It hunts me
Like a warrior’s arrow to his enemies
Dipped in fire towards the thatch.
I am the elephant grass consumed by drought
The hope of the famished mind
Who ceased not to graze on my scattered hay.
Oh yesterday the hand that tilled my land
Failed to nourish and nurture me.
That hand is frail
and feeble
Once fierce and bold.
Yesterday is gone
Its fruits still stay on my land
Ever staring, still glaring
What will tomorrow be?
Oh tomorrow that hunts me
I fear you will hurt me
Oh help me today
While you live.This was the main poem of the day to commemorate the
UNESCO World Poetry day celebrations organized by the
Walk The Talk Group at the Maison Francaise, Legon in
University of Ghana. It was written by Leander David and
read by the UNESCO Ghana director, Tirso Dos Santos
on the 21st of March, 2014.
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