Echoes of Life

The echoes of gun fires
which brought shivers down our spine
when first heard at dawn,
is now the melodies that accompanies our feast
when we sit to dine as a family

The echoes of life…
rob souls in every single strike.

The echoes…
Now louder than when we first heard
Now monstrous than a beast with double head
Now devastating like a mother with no breast
is now the lullaby, that puts our children to peaceful rest

The echoes of life…
The finality of the bond with strife
Is accomplished in every single strike

The echoes…
Have turned the sun so drab
Rendered the moon and the clouds, far apart
The stars, in fear of the echoes dart.

For every single strike
ends a life
A gruesome strife
were the echoes that visited us at night
For each echo, was intended to rob a life

Those echoes…
were echoes of life

Tawiah Aboagye

I'm cool and Poetic, Author of the play The African Within.