is but the cinders
of the present;
the future
the smoke
that escaped
into the cloud-bound sky.
be gentle, be kind my beloved
for words become memories,
and memories tools
in the hands of jesters
when wise men became silent...
so look not for wisdom
and guidance
in their speech, my beloved.
let the same fire
which chastened their tongues
into silence,
Teach us - teach us!
...their new-found wisdom
in quick lightning flashes
revealed the truth
that they had been
the slaves of fools.
*GHANA
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