Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Impregnating Our Hope

There is a place deep within each of us
The fertile ground of solemn encounters
Our impregnated minds
The treasured mines
We carry within us the fertile womb of a prime virgin
The forest where the seeds of inspiration rush to grin
The priceless token
That we have taken
A renaissance waiting to enlighten
A new generation begotten
The enflamed weapons against our despair
The bosom of our triumphant spear
Our hope ascending
Joy abounding
We are on our way to where we dearly belong


Nana Yaw Asiedu said...

Thanks for the message of hope and confidence, and also for the care in creating rhyming couplets. I appreciated reading that!

posekyere said...

Thank you sir.
These banal banters sometimes clog my mind.
I have learnt from 'experience' that writing them down brings a great deal of relief.
Bless you NY!

Anonymous said...

Our minds are indeed the mnes of treasures.
If we get it right with the education and training of our folks, Africa will do well

posekyere said...

Thanks Anon.
Bless you!!!

novisi said...

yes hope!

posekyere said...

Yes Nov.
Educated hope!