Tears for unknown friends
and familiar strangers.
The deaths I have died.
Mine and others'. We die.
Your ancestors and mine.
The coffee has been cold A sun and a moon after The cups sit uncollected He was here just yesterday Kofi Awoonor has crossed over
In the shadow of our deaths Kofi We carry life with grace And when the shadow dies We are dead to our own deaths
Too much pain mate But not enough synonyms Streaming thoughts of hate And possible antonyms Still I love