When something is done because something has to be done, nothing is done.

The golden beam bids you come

The bells have rang, her morning has come

the ears hear the cheers

the waters of Thames blessing her soul, even the dew of heaven

Albion Kings and Queens born and gone

on your shoulders and laps another like you will lie

Arms that held her high never get tired

while lisping speech remains

and crawling limbs stand not on their own

We hail you, even the womb and that strong arm

for making you fourth in succession, in the realm

From the white hall come                                                   

even from the Court of Saint James

Come England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland

Come hither come hither from far and beyond

We’ve seen her majesty, Charlotte Elizabeth Diane

Princess of the realm where the sun never sets

To My Fairy Queen

But for you I have been painting the sky

Only to suit the colour in your eyes

More gorgeous than the rainbow.

My fair fairy queen

Fairy of the choicest ornaments

Which eyes have never seen

Ever adorned by the fairest princesses ever lived.

The sun will not leave in the morning

Without your dressing wand

Shaking its short tail in your hand

Oh fairest among fairies.

Queen of all fair fairies

Before you the lilies bow in their bloom in the valley

The sunflowers are left dazed

Marveling at your handiwork in the high heavens.

Will you come with the sun in the rain

Or when the moon turns red at night?

Tomorrow I shall appear at the banquet

Don’t fail me at my side 

Oh fair fairy.

SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF THE SUN

We are sons and daughters of the sun

Are you the sand on which it falls?

Hot and heavy to make you

This place is our home

You call it Africa, Ghana

We dance in the music of the rain

In tenderness our soul nourishes

On the elephants we ride in glory

With the lions and tigers

We call it beauty

When they grow green

Adorned by their flowers

We call it peace

When from their rocky heights they fall

And our mother shines through them

O Africa, Africa, where art thou

Virgins and wild of the undying mother

Your sons will flourish like the stars in the dark night

And your daughters like the sands at the beach at day

Forever bowing to your glorious call

Forever proud to be from you

BEFORE PASSING THE NIGHT

I read your lips

So he can hear aloud

I see you who stand at the stop

Not knowing where to go

With your stick and only flipflop

He has already seen you

Whereas I have just noticed you

You will walk and walk

Only for a single sale

The hand that went into the bag

Will not come back again

The pocket is full

But hands will not go into them

O flat soles of shoes

Worn out and sloped to a side

It has rained this evening

Cars hardly pass and yet at the stop

I see you who stand without a pullover

There will you pass the night?

AFTER THE PRAISES

When all is done

And your praises sang

The master of good works

Will put you to rest

Anew a times

He alone is wise 

To face his wrath

Brimstone from his hearth

sting me to bleed

It was like a whistle from the trees

My name

I know the wind had blown it

My way

From afar it has come

O vipers without venom

Sting my bloodless heart so it bleeds

The blood running through my veins,

It’s been still,

Its beat I can no longer hear

Because you are no more here