Give me Rest!

I was put to rest with no head
An abomination in the eyes of my ancestors
Yet, those I left behind in this world won’t let me rest
As I lay my neck on the chest of my ancestors
All in search of a peaceful rest
Countless blood in my name they shed
All for their next of kin contest
Why won’t you just let me rest!

I am yet to find my lips in protest
So let me rest
It never maters who amongst the two comes first
Or who amongst the two is the best
It justifies not the blood you shed
Just let me rest!

I did my best, yet they asked for my head
Now it matters not, for I own no breath
In my grave, with not head, tears I shed
Seeing their ones snow white eyes turn bloody red
Killing one another as if they are possessed
Just let me rest

Yes! Now in my grave, I know we humans are but dirt
The intricate design of a loving creator, made us, us
And our blood remains red, beneath this flesh
So let me rest

To you the blindfolded followers, I beg
Take a little moment to reflect
Will this civil war ever end?
Will babies have the luxury to play with their mothers Breast?
Will you ever return from your farms to a peaceful rest?
After cutting off other brothers head?
Simply because he says ‘I love you’ with different words
just let me rest

To you the two, who wants to be the head
In different ways you proclaim to be the best
But I say it takes not that position to show your worth
And upon your heads these bloods are shed
If I am dead!
Then please… let me rest!
Every morning is welcomed with news of huts burnt
Our afternoons are spent in environment unkempt
And in the evenings, we dine with bonds never kept
Just let me rest
That I deserve!

Tawiah Aboagye

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