Awaken, Sleeping GiantA Poem by Prospero
Awaken, Sleeping Giant
Wake up, why do you not stir
From such profound slumber, the world
Of gods and men, scarcely recognize your kind
Maybe you fell
Down a crack hole, and banged your head
At birth.
Your umbilical was buried where you stand
In pure alluvium, now reddened
With the blood of your brothers
While you scheme rich hopes
And dispense deferred dreams.
Your pride is without substance
The crown of your head
Sun-drenched, delirious from the heat
While sleeping, they succumb
To the occult mist
That, each night, marches across the land
Like a foreign army forever lurking
In the murky depths of Korle Lagoon
At dusk we obediently rise
To raise the banner of national pride
And declare the lagoon a national shrine.
The tourists come and pay allegiance
At the shrine, and we offer them our best
Ornaments, foods and rare spices
All gathered from foreign lands
And sated, fumigated with toxic fumes
And the stench of our revered open sewers
We cart them off to crystal palaces
Inhabited by the rich and powerful
To make them wish they were back at home.
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