DB (July 1st,1964 / Aveyime-Battor, Volta Region, Ghana)

Id’s Ahoy!

Once again this call I must obey
the unwillingness of the far away
albeit the huddles of the GRE
every fibre and fickle agree
to seek and drink the Pherian spring
saturated ethos laurels home to bring

insatiable vortex of oscillation, abate!
for once belch a hushed sigh!
you leave me with no choice
no hunches, values to abdicate
while the prime flag soars high
hearken I must to id’s voice

overseas and from coast to coast
to seek the mooring I crave most
now tell me, will the sky be blue?
and the stars be the clue?
to grope, trudge to the green fields
when alas my heart yields

alas! No ethos, values to exalt
drenched on the alter of exhaust
why does the bud wither the dew?
and the silhouettes dance the same hue?
can propitiation absolve the deeds?
as the pack return from the feeds

yes, this hunt is premeditated
and the abnegations related
with much zeal and abjure dint
to trudge a golden red print
in the sands of posterity
in the hearts of progenity

Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy!
Assuage! Assuage! Assuage!

by Dela Bobobee

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