The Sea Eats Out Lands: Poem by Kwesi Brew

Here stood our ancestral home:
The crumbling wall marks the spot.
Here a sheep was led to slaugther
To appease the gods and atone

For faults which our destiny
Has blossomed into crimes.
There my cursed father once stood
And shouted at us, his children.
To come back from our play

To our evening meal and sleep.
The clouds are thickening in the red sky
And night had charmed
A black power into the pounding waves.

Here once lay Keta.
Now her golden girls
Erode into the arms
Of strange towns.