The stolen faces of the sages
Weave their masks with pepper smiles.
Their hanging lips fall off the dining table,
As their naked bones crawl in the misty dust.
As they stir in boiling pots;
Their missing voices fade in discordant echoes.
They look for freedom in harrowing depths
Causing buried embers to jingle.
Stolen faces lick the rain in the mud
As slanted stars look on with anticipation
The whisper of independence calls for them.
The shadow of murkiness dwells upon them,
Threatening hope and glimmers.
Rising fires scale the walls of boundary,
Looking for liberation.
Gently and nimbly, broken toes leap
With hopeful fists.
Now, liberation hangs on frayed ropes,
Ready to be honoured by fresh faces.
Likewise, the young hearts welcome this revolution with uncertainty.
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Ewurama Tawiah Welbeck is a professional English language teacher and a creative writer. She is a budding and aspiring creative writer with a profound love for writing and storytelling. Ewurama finds amusement in the world and its entities, which inspires her to express her thoughts and views to the world. Her writing spans over a diverse range of topics, drawn from her surroundings and interpersonal relationships. Ewurama sheds light on contemporary issues through poetry, short stories and quotes. Although she’s been writing for a while, this is her first work yet to be published in the Writers Space Africa. Her writing journey hasn’t been rosy, but she’s determined to succeed in literary arts, debuting in Writers Space Africa.
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