Now that night has fallen on us, Where do we go from here Trekking all the way far from future Into this unsuspected past With its expanse of woody ruins, Infested ponds and blinding shadows? Where do we find the new fatherlands Through this corporeal darkness without moons? The lantern cans are dry And the wick in our lamps too exhausted To draw kerosene. It is the fuel Of hope we clutch now, Which gropes through the touchable darkness. Perhaps to make us stumble Upon the tales of our ancestors And the utopia of repose the wise men foretold. Until then, we shall tighten our belts Of fortitude till the moon awakens from her eternal somnolence To enlighten the path we once had glimpsed, The foreshadowed path to ineffable rich lands Where we can warm the next generation.
BIO: Aduse-Poku Emmanuel is a male Ghanaian writer who likes to reveal unspoken events on paper through an art of crafted Language. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Earth Science from University of Ghana. He likes reading poems and gets inspiration from poets like the late Kofi Awoonor.