Eddie Awusi writes

I COME A NEW SPECIE OF THUNDER

I come in the agony of a squeaking tree

Sleepwalker rainfall hallucinating

Angered shrubs running titbit protests

Over hiccups of coughing thunderstorms

I come in the anklets of bossy winds

Kaftan white on catalogue of drooling moon

I come in the raining of bullets

17 venom of death shot into the heart of a school

I come a new specie of thunder

Safeguarding and protecting

I, like a baby thunder, I growl through

A toddler, immersing myself

In prescriptive sunshine

 

The Sound of Lightning -- Ainslie Roberts

Eddie Awusi writes

THIS IS HOW THE EARTH CRIES

This is how the earth cries.

Grisly heaving supine breath.

Scolding humanity with catalogue of disasters.

Vomiting roots in gilded squabbles.

Jamming alloys in pensive mood.

Stunting roses on senile soils.

Throttling avidly with a thrusting air.

Erupting volcanoes on frenetic days.

Handing dust to haywire winds.

Earth, humming in a witling quake.

Hurricanes sweeping with devious hands.

Coughing water against hyacinth times.

This is how the earth cries.

 

Beauty on the Edge of Disaster -- Joanna Medlin

Eddie Awusi writes

IF YOUR NATION IS A SINKING BOAT

If your nation is a sinking boat,

Do not dismiss her as a failure,

Packing your bags and baggages,

Ditching her for another's glory.

Be within her fold and plan for a rescue,

Take upon yourself duties of chivalry.

Nurture her for a better berthing

In nation building.

Be her life jacket.

Else, you become a nonentity

In another man's land.

 -- Jana Barros