Our President Died: A Poem for Mills - Nana Yaw Sarpong

When the cock crowed
And the hen went picking
The rocks amidst the seeds choked her
The chickens that hated her stood transfixed
Gazing at their magic wands
Did they cut her up to smithereens?

Rumours of wishes of her death
Spread viciously by wickedly jealous ants

Her lovers were many, and – but
Their chicken hearts spoke silently


Nana Yaw Sarpong is a past contributor to One Ghana, One Voice.

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