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Bayo Omolola: A Poem for President Atta Mills of Ghana
Remembering President Atta Mills
Today I am sharing a poem by Bayo Omolola on remembering the great President Atta Mills of Ghana.
Cock Crows in Ghana - a poem honoring late President Atta Mills
By Bayo Omolola
On his way,
On a political tray,
Death he met,
And he bowed to nature.
In the hands of death he melt
Like every mortal being
Of the past.
Never expected to go so soon;
To live forever every one wants the moon,
But down the ground the sound of his movement-
That marches life to its terminal
That wrecks its havoc!
Withered the blossom flower
Of our time.
Shut the mouth
That talked in Accra
And vibrated all over the land of Nkrumah and beyond.
Gone, the moon to its secret palace,
Where no one goes and returns.
Gone President Atta Mills
Who milled Ghana with his touches of modern politics.
Gone the President with his touches on Black Stars.
Adieu, President Atta Mills.
May you meet President Nkrumah and others
That passed away before you!
Copyright 2012: Bayo Omolola, Baltimore, Maryland, USA
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Note: Bayo Omolola is a communication and language consultant/instructor.
Thank you, Bayo Omolola, for sharing this poem in honor of a great president.