By Togba-Nah Tipoteh
I
We are wanderers,
In a thorny forest,
No time to rest
Chased by plunderers
II
We weigh the chances
Decide the task
Some wearing masks
We move in prances
III
It’s too dangerous
Says one group
Who’d rather stoop
Than be courageous
IV
There, a less thorny path!
Shouted the masked ones
Moving there at once
Some unmasked meet the wrath
V
The other thorns lay ahead
Progressing, yet some struggled
With commitment unruffled
Together, they advanced prepared
VI
Crushed thorns now in the rear
We plant seeds of mass power
In time, this earth will flower
A just society to appear.
Written by
Togba-Nah Tipoteh 1982
Dedicated to Nelson Mandela
1982: From Siahyonkron Nyanseor’s Archive
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