Colours of the night
Pictures of daylight
Where are thy beauty?
Art thou in thy City?
And thy paintbrushes?
In the river that rushes?
O! fathers of our land
where keep ye thy eyes
When we stand in quick sand
Fall and fail to rise,
where are the terms rendered
For which we ourselves have surrendered?
Follow this cry
for there we always are,
no matter how we try,
down in the land afar.
Obassi A-n
