The Mesh by Kwesi Brew

We have come to the cross-roads
And I must either leave or come with you.
I lingered over the choice
But in the darkness of my doubts
You lifted the lamp of love
And I saw in your face
The road that I should take.

Kwesi Brew

Kwesi Brew was a Ghanaian poet born in 1928 anddied in 2007. He was born to a Fante family but he was brought up by a British guardian - education officer, K. J. Dickens after his parents died.

A Plea for Mercy by Kwesi Brew

We have come to your shrine to worship
We the sons of the land
The naked cowherd has brought
The cows safely home,
And stands silent with his bamboo flute
Wiping the rain from his brow;
As the birds brood in their nests
Awaiting the dawn with unsung melodies
The shadows crowd on the shore
Pressing their lips against the bosom of the sea;
The peasants home from their labours
Sit by their log-fires
Telling tales of long-ago.
Why should we the sons of the land
Plead unheeded before your shrine?
When our hearts are full of song
And our lips tremble with sadness?
The little firefly vies with the star,
The log-fire with the sun
The water in the calabash
With the mighty Volta,
But we have come in tattered penury
Begging at the door of a Master.

Kwesi Brew

Kwesi Brew was a Ghanaian poet born in 1928 and died in 2007. He was born to a Fante family but he was brought up by a British guardian - education officer, K. J. Dickens after his parents died.