When Our Tears Are Dry

Today, I am posting this beautiful poem written by Ghanaian Poet, Kofi Awoonor, who was one of the casualties of the terror attack on Westgate Mall in Nairobi.

When our tears are dry on the shore

And the fishermen carry their nets home

And the sea gulls return to Bird Island…

And the laughter of the children recedes at night

There shall still linger here the communion we forged

The feast of oneness which we partook of

 

There shall still be the eternal gate men

Who will close the cemetery door

And send the late mourners away

It cannot be music we heard that night

That still lingers in the chambers of memory

It is the new chorus of our forgotten comrades

And the hallelujahs of our second selves.

 

By Kofi Awoonor (March 13, 1935 – September 21, 2013)