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