AP photo
By
Emmanuel Joseph
Not Too Long
Dedicated to the Sierra Leone People’s Party, on their effort in bringing peace alive in the party after some months of fighting for a flag bearer-ship
Pitter pattering feet
They matched
In the warmth of their garments
Around the world of the kapok tree
Folding hands in togetherness
Like green organisms leafing on stems
Sheltering their thoughts on one dream
With aims of ruling a beautiful realm
From the silence spewed a round of applause
Smiles etching the landscape of faces
Gathering the debris
Of love once abandoned
Leaving inner conflicts in the abysses of space
Like reefs in the depth of fathomless oceans
Not too long ago
On green cloud of painted amity
They matched clouding their thoughts
On the shade of a palm tree
Gesturing hands to pour love
like poems of africanism
The love hiding behind closed doors
In a row they stood
Like lines in stanzas
inhaling the air breeding on Margai’s legacy
Not too long ago
In tinkle of eyelids
In gazing on my sight
I overwhelmed in shadows
In their still glowing dying embers of their political clan
Like embers of a wood set on fire
By winds from afar glade
Not too long ago
Contenders of a single throne
Of a clan nurtured by Milton
The embryo that renamed the sierra of cacophony
To the damsel called Sierra Leone
Threw away the warfare
The eons of tribal fighting
Like sapes against the bullom
on the hilltop of Sherbro island
Or sumbas in the mane invasion
Not too long ago
I saw them clinging on one dream
Holding a dirge for the posterity to sing
Echoing the pain for peace to reign
They smiled the smiles left by the gray
etching on the political souls i saw
They danced for the posterity to dance
The oath that chained them like
Organisms in puddles
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