Shut Not Your Doors

Edrissa Ken-Joof

Shut not your doors

We are coming at noon,

Won’t let the sun set at our cold backs

We woke up to the serene morning, wishing to track the wind

Some of us had our feet covered in dust, had more laterite roads to trek

And our faces bloated

Some left no food for the crying babies; the pockets are full of holes

We trekked through the haunting dusk

Flattened the bush on our paths

Because we believe the country is ours, not a tyrant’s.

So we traversed the odds to fetch our last hope

For we want to track the new wind and straighten its course

This wind had wondered wild

As if we had no god watching over our shredded shoulders

With a pale karma, we yearn for the change

But over and over, we are loathed with threats, lies and insults

But we never knew, so you…

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