(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

As Rain

Drops of water,
Distilled from the mist as rain;
Which drops down from the clouds and pours on us,
But listen attentively to the muse of my love.

The verdict,
And of the great cloud of smoke!
The pillow, the willow, the billow;
But stand up and prepare yourself like a man! !
For the end is now at hand.

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