Artist Statement:

What is poetry if not that sacred urge to break away from the world, open the asbestos conscience of humankind, giving birth to emotions of anger and joy, revenge and forgiveness, love and hatred…?


This spiritual and artistic call, fiercer than sky-quakes, river-quakes, magma-quakes, yes, earthquakes is the force drives me to pay homage to the forever ancient art of poetry. My poetry takes a critical view of social, political and cultural issues. My subject matters are about daily occurrences in all spheres of life, a comment on humanity and nature.  


To me poetry has always been grounded in pleasure and aesthetics even as it draws tear as a response, sometimes.

 

Dirge for a Clan Child

Gabriel Edzordzi Agbozo

 

Guns in hands, shooting escapes the mind
Knives in hands, throwing poses difficulty
They say the death of a man never far from him
For whatever footwear you wear
Thorns cannot be a taboo;

 

So the maimed him, they maimed him  

 

Storm-fire howls against the oak
Deep rooted in the crust of savanna sands
Chased by wild wise dogs
For usurping ancestral thrones
Four decades and two ago

 

So the maimed him, they maimed him  

 

He bore the burdens of the clan
He was the voice of resilience
Against dog’s dreams of another brother-trade across brines
Several sea-waves to come

 

So the maimed him, they maimed him  

 

It was for similar or same crime
That grandfather Kwame was chased
To end his journey in a foreign dream
And even his body was at the Supreme Court
For questioning and for cosmic justice adjudication

 

So the maimed him, they maimed him

 

They say Lumumba also craved for too long
 A dream time to bury traces of dog feet
That scratched the fertile soils of his farmland
And transported primal work power
To beyond where clouds and seas conclave

 

So the maimed him, they maimed him  

 

Sankara of recent dream faced same
Crucifixion by doggish masked justice
When he rose at the battle front to archive
Our tatted memory and birth a new future
And dream a newer dream for our children

 

So the maimed him, they maimed him  

 

and just
yesterday

 

They maimed him, they maimed him
The clan’s only vocal child
The maimed him, they maimed him  
 
deep inside the gallows of his birthplace

and darkness fell on the clan-house
at noon.

 

2:05am. 22/10/2011. Legon, Accra Ghana

 

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