Trees looked pale along lonely roads <br />Goats and sheep walked in solitude <br /> <br />The wind fed my mouth with dust <br />I chewed as I smiled <br /> <br />The silence on the road <br />grew as I walked past the graveyard <br />horripilations bathed me, am scared <br /> <br />Two hundred metres on foot <br />The only friends that greeted were goats and sheep <br /> <br />I knew I was home when I saw the two lotto kiosks <br />When the children walked in only pants <br />and the kids played raimentlessly <br /> <br />I visited Yaw Boadi's house <br />Response; he has gone to Kumasi for job <br />I visited Yaa's house <br />Response, she now stays in Accra <br />The youngest adult was Papa Kumi,34 years <br /> <br />The Football field was lost in forest <br />River Mansin had dried out of loneliness <br />The scorching sun had bleached the palace <br /> <br />Sitted under the enormous mango tree <br />Centurions, nonagenarians, octogenarians, ...... <br />rehearse their death <br /> <br />My village, why lose the youth <br />why you so <br />deserted <br />empty and rejected.<br /><br />Kweku Atta Crayon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-abandoned-village/
