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The registered names of the unknown
Will one day confess 
To 
The unregistered names of the known
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That day when the trees won't shed leaves 
Anymore
I still can't tell if this day 
Exist in our seven days 
On this third ball
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A day when all the tears 
Of men 
Will be dried up 
Not because the tears bank 
Is dried up
But because one man cried
That day when this man's coldHands
Won't fall on any man
Again
The day - the destiny of Kofi Owuo
Would be taken away
Because he felt sorry and shed tears
The day - this man would be dethroned 
And he would weep like others 
He caused pain
I still await that day 
When death shall sing a dirge 
Not for any man
But a dirge for himself
I  foresee a durbar 
I see dancing songs with singingDances
Celebrating hands and nodding heads 
I see tears wiped up 
And graves yet to be filled with corpse
Now filled with sand and rubbish
I see no cemeteries
That day when only cementTrees
Shall we erect
As pillars of no death 
This day I await 
Is a day when death - shall die 
And death - shall weep
For his own death 
That day when the tongues
Of men will taste juice 
From the tears of Kofi
But on that day
Will death cry?

© Adatsi Brownson
Ghana's Own Poet