recollections of the Gold Coast
I am we, the dream
resurrected
the case trial and verdict
guilty of all counts
fear – religion frightens
sapped souls
while faith breeds eternal forgiveness
I am we, a tired fist peering through night
capturing fearless panthers –
piercing roars
a movement, off spring – to kin
united we stand but man clings
on fears, illusion,
separating mankind from humanity
I am we, Cape Coast where tender hands
were battered into dusty stones
I am we