Master Drummer
Agbozo Edzordzi Gabriel

For Mariam Esinam Sefenu

Drummer extra-ordinary
Adroit adulator of the ancestral songs
Quencher of tribal acrimony
With the rhythms of music unwrongs
It is you I greet.
My friends, clansmen, siblings are all lost
It is for them I grieve
They are imprisoned and may rot
Imprisoned in air tight dark suits
With squeezed throats in artificial-air offices
And portfolio sweat-less services.
Have mercy, bring them home
To help restore the hope.

10/11/08, Legon

Agbozo Edzordzi Gabriel

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