1. Kofi Awoonor, born in a small village in Ghana in 1935, wrote poems depicting Africa during colonization. He also served as Ghana’s representative for the United Nations from 1990-1994. He was killed while shopping with his son.
Within the airwaves we carry
our hutted entrails; and we pray;
shrieks abandoned by lonely road-sides
as the gunmen’s boots tramp.
I lift up the chalice of hyssop and tears
to touch the lips of the thirsty
sky-wailing in a million spires
of hate and death; we pray
bearing the single hope to shine
burnishing in the destiny of my race
that glinting sword of salvation.
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