we swayed and the bus
and the silence grew too quiet
and the music of parts faulty,
of sacred negligence echoed my chest
should we die today
I sang along
should we die today comrades
shall it be divine
a romance too soon coming
the music of members broken
will be our dirge
the cranky metals
and rust and civil silence and faults
shall sing us home
slowly comrades
© Awo Twumwaah 2018.
Afua Awo Twumwa 