I Lost My President - Kodjo Deynoo

To the souls of men that stand at a distance
At the edge of rivers before crossing
Costumes of one's role and characters played
Are soon without that much sway to hold, empty shells

Indeed silence becomes of us all in time due
So do not cry, it is more than what we can will
When at the river's crossing our names are called
To count, on account, when shepherds call sheep

A sobering feeling we witness, for one thy name mentioned
Steps foot on the river's walk, vanishing behind the fog
Cast as a list of names on inscribed scroll for mortal ends
To have been blessed with life, our names do appear

Waiting patiently, closer to the river's edge on age count
Yet as close, it is only when thy name is mentioned
That one with tickets crosses this rivers of spent life
No one knows where it ends, to know true faith

The curtains of fog hide view from inquisitive eyes
So I do not know from a distance where my President went
His name came up "Prof. John Atta Mills" on mortal scroll
A' he crossed the river and vanished in the distance behind t' fog

Kodjo Deynoo is a past contributor to One Ghana, One Voice.

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