Ode To Kofi Anan
Be proud enough to dance in your grave, Our mother still cherish the cloth you brought her. To the right you stood bold and brave While her shattered soul you bound together Having you, she has lost count of what she used to have. Your mind has left and indelible footprint, Goliad's foot may not even fit. To our foul breaths you brought mint. Try as many times as you breathe, dead will make you quit So the books of tomorrow will elaborate your hint. If Messiahs don't come from Judah alone, Africa has surely seen one. You may be gone but our thoughts will keep your clone Burning, white and pure like a baby swan The yield of your labour we now own. Be proud enough to dance in your grave, Like the feet of a freed slave. Be proud enough to dance in your grave For what you fought for, we now have. Thomas Tee2emm Bot