Death knocked on their door
Countless times this year
but nobody answered.
In his luring voice
He began to sing.
Soprano, alto, tenor, bass,
In key.
But none of their
voices matched his,
So they kept mute
To avoid disrupt in harmony.
They waited for some
units of time,
Hoping that
Death will the same
way to the end.
But fear anchored
Their voiced down that
They could not
stomach it anymore.
So one after the
other,
Starting from a
youngest folk,
They started giving birth to sounds
Through vocal chords
But they were just
dead harmonies.
---Evans Owusu Kissi & Fampah Coyish---
No comments:
Post a Comment