Captain Maxwell Adam Mahama Betrayed

How does one find the right words
To eulogies a young soul
Robbed of it's tender life

What are the right words to be used
To give meaning to the unexplainable,
Beyond  belief

Have you ever heard a nation angered
So much the clouds above
Would not thunder

And the lighting
Will dare not break the heavens.
Not this night

There are men
Who have signed thiers away,
Boldly their lives away

If to be young and to die
Let it be on the battle field
By my enemies in a foreign lands  

At least with that
I will have my honor,
Let it be known, I am a hero

Let it be by the sword or bullets
Of my enemy,
Let me gladly fall

My wife and children
Deserve that from me,
To die a hero for a cause so great

And have great stories
Told of my adventures
For I am a hero

Let my wife and children
Hold their heads high
Knowing I had a fair fight

And I fought well as a soldier
So well I was honoured
A hero, a brave hero

Let two officers walk to my doorstep
Knock on my door to announce my passing   To my family, as it is done with honor.

No, not like this, not by my own
By my own that I have pledged
An oath to protect and defend


No, not by betrayal
Not by a mob crowd striping me
And burning my naked body

With no modesty left
With pictures and videos
On social media going viral

No not like this on friendly soil
No not like this for I am a CAPTAIN
I deserve better in rose cottage

On a dying man's last wish,
I deserve better,
As a legacy

My wife and children
Deserve better
I am a Captain

I  am a Captain,
Not to be cheapened and die, murdered
Without my military attire

And with my name tarnished
As a common criminal an armedrobber  How dare you, I am a Captain!

I am a Captain of the 5th Battalion,
I am a solidier in the Ghanaian army
I deserve my respect on my dying breathe

I deserve my respect.
I am CAPTAIN MAXWELL ADAM MAHAMA,
Decorated

Captain
And in command
Of  the 5TH BATTALION

That is who I am.
A fallen solidier
A decorated Captain, that is who I am


Salute!

NO WHERE COOL "Nice"

Tear drops 
With blood dripping on the streets 
Rivers flowing into oceans of misery 

Why, I ask; so wrong 
What meaning justifies a deed so mad 
What philosophy holds this form to define  

Souls leaving the body, on exit clause 
Rising fast to the heavens 
Like rain drops in reverse 

Competing with God  
To see who is quick on the buzzer
Fingers on the buzzer 

The more souls he sends down 
The more souls we send back up 
Like back to sender, return address given 

Worst is, in his name, in his name 
Always we shout in his name 
We send back, in his name 

In his name 
We see a great divide 
In his name we hate on our differences 

No mercy for the weak 
No one is to be protected
No one to feel safe, be safe

Empathy lost to extinct, darwin
Sympathy replaced with excitement
Celebration of atrocity, as blessing

No where cool
No paradise, no sanctuary to seek refuge
No where safe, no where cool, manifest

No army, no police for defence
No priest, no Imam, cleric, no Buddha
To pray for our souls, back to sender

And when day breaks
The news is only worth, in a brief moment
A value in sensation, then we move on

Gun shot executed as ringtones
In the presence of witnesses, we bare
With panic, trigger happy as their defence

A truck to run wild
Through the crowd as justified
Children's body laid dead in the streets

Bombs dropped from the sky
In the name of a fight
Against a wrong, so wrong

Police confused
To defend or to attack
Fearful of those we are to love, to protect

No where cool
And Nice was targeted
For no just cause, no where cool 

A Love Poem

The enemy within, gives credence 
To modern day warfare and conflicts 
Suicide and Plane bombing as the norm 

Hostages taken with no intent for dialogue 
Women and children are not to be excused 
No safe passage for the vulnerable 

Rather as the prime target 
Children most wanted as toy soldiers 
More efficient on the battle field 

Conflicted ideologies enforced with fantasy 
Shifting sands of tolerance, 
No safe haven for victory parade 

Tits for tats, like two kids on a play ground 
Getting nastier to each other 
From a pinch to a punch 

Knifes and guns on display for options 
Make it to the next stage 
And it is yours to have 

Enemy combatants hard to define, 
Innocent ones infested like "shaun of the dead" Becoming deadlier to one's they cared so much for

Brothers slitting the throats of brothers 
No blood so thick, thicker than water 
The river is already full of it 

Relevance of names stood for, changing so fast
You would think the brand and advertising agents Are on speed, popping pills like it is a rainy day

Competing legacies of
Who has the most insane mind
And there is no sage

For even civilisation is to be blamed
The most with hypocrisy and double standards Back biting and racism

So rotten now, the pretend wisdoms
Fights openly on the roads and in the gutters
Out doing the worst from the insane asylum

And then I am asked
Why I do not often write love poems
Blue skies and red roses

Is it just to dumb down reality,
What would the point be,
Society needs awakening not more illusion

To know they are giving consent
And not to play ignorance
With a finger on an atomic bomb 

The Second Coming

Cry out when you see 
The clouds form, we have been 
Informed of the second coming 

Revelations, revelations 
Revelations 

Something lurks in the bush  
Like a shadow of old soldiers 
Who run wild, wild  

On this here 
Grass land 

Blood socked boots matching 
As heroes wandering 
The wilderness 

Where is home 
Where is home 

History likes to repeat itself 
Like an old record player  
That has been played a thousand times 

Yes, history likes 
To repeat it self 

Cry out when you see 
The clouds form, we have been
Informed of the second coming 

The coming, the coming 
The second coming 

Kiss the foreheads of your love ones 
And say a prayer 
For their safe passage 

This is going to be 
A rough road 

I testify with my own naked eyes
I saw the lifeless body 
Of a child washed up ashore 

This is the 21st Century 
Revisiting the mid-evil ages

Our heroes are those who take life 
And have theirs taken for cheap  
On battle fields, we worship  

Blood for blood 
Rivers of blood,  a sea of blood 

The priest will offer 
Them redemption 
After confessions 

A clean slate 
As clean 

And some will shout 
"God Is Great "
Beheading their victims 

God's own 
God's own creation 

Yes cry out when you see 
The clouds form  
We have been informed 

Informed 
Of the second coming 

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A man's war

Would the winds hold form

Seeing the rivers bloat 

Over fed by the hills 

At the start of the stream 

A little trickle 
A little trickle down it flows 

Is God, one known to favor 

And with selected preference 

To owe allegiance to man 

But not to all men 

To watch blindly as man 

Destroys another 

All in his name 
Martyrdom in his name 

They yell and scream "for your blessing"
His name before battle 

We fight for our God 
This is for the lord 

How is that to be explained 

I created all the universe 

Yet I can not win the hearts 

Of all men, not all men on my side 

This is man's war, all of it 

This is man's greed, all of it 

Masqueraded as a holy war 

A jihad, a crusade; this is man's war 

From the beginning of time 

This has all and always been man's war 

Yet with so little value on purpose 

Since we keep lying to ourselves 

That it is, anything but a man's war 

All of it, all the blood, all the pain 

No morality to fight for 

No course so great

And God wanders why 

And what to do with us 

Fighting the two thousand year war 
Just to destroy all that he created 

In his name 
This has always been man's war

A War For Peace

War of attrition 

For the cause of peace as war

A battlefield drawn  

The Ice cream parlour

Turn your head high lights down low 
For you blinding my thought process 

Like a coming traffic, blurred vision 
And my eyes are sensitive to the ray 

So I would be forced to blind drive 
And run like, stamped on incoming traffic 

Turn your head high lights down low 
So  I can see your begrudge 

And find ways suitable to manage a resolve 
For what use is for a road rage 

Calm down now son, woman, calm down 
Just low down your emotions heightened 

And turn your head high light down low, down low 
I do not see, I can not see, too well in such encounters 

But I respond better, much better 
On an agreed compromise of civil, friendship 

So turn your head high lights down low 
Grab a seat, lets brake the temper with an ice cream chill  

Down to my rhythm of lie, simple, simple with vibe 
Down to make sense of your displeasure 

Come come now, chill why don't you 
Here, just there is the ice cream parlour 

Enemy of the state

An old enemy knows 

More of my weakness than 

I will ever come to know of myself 

For they spend a life time  

In search to know my weakness 

Standing on the hills looking in 

While, I spend a life time 

Knowing theirs in cold contentions 

As a form of defence to prepare 

These are the principles 

Of war, paranoia, hate and politics 

To acknowledge in barring  

An old enemy will spot with trend 

An emerging enemy of the kingdom  

Long before the king's men ever do 

For they walk in the same corridors 

Seeking treasures of the observed 

Holding ransom my weakness  

I want to know what my old enemy 

Has to say, when an olive branch is offered 

Saying let shake hands and make peace    

Call it "lets be honest", critically 
Truth or dare and no offence taken 
Truly I want to know, it is to my advantage. 

This is a story about how 

The enemy of the state 

Gave the king heads up, before barrage rained  

Guess what, he did nothing about it 

With it, just left gazing for impact motionless 

Wonder why conspiracy theories have a frenzy after  


They charge the establishment 
With being an enemy of the state 
For not acting on heads up 


Mind you, stuffed beasts on walls 
Still gives  fright of life, who is to know 
To have become an enemy of the state 

Burns On Both Sides

An eye for an eye  
Will make the whole world  
Go blind (Gandhi)     


Burns on both sides  
Like skid marks to announce rage   
We are going to be heard; allute 


Slow down on emotion, son 
Let strategy catch up with intent   
And see reasons and consequences unfold 


Dust storms in desserts are not the norm  
Like everything else, diminishing returns    
They have their reasons, season to rise   


And quietly they mellow, down and fold  
Smokes always start with sparks, to say   
Something is not right, somewhere down the line  


But the wise do not burn down houses 
To find missing keys, "set back"
To open doors, of welcome home 


Burns on both sides 
Each to the side they stand on, stand for 
Against opposing thoughts, leafy streets


But in battles both sides lose on count   
A step back to see with reason  
Avoiding set back on strategy, blind spots  

It is foolish to walk in the dessert   
While the storm  brews at it's worse   
You must be new around here, wet behind the ears   

The Basic Rule

Fly like a butterfly
Sting like a bee, be that it may be 
Camouflage, don't let them see you coming
Now for the impact, too late, got you, ha ha ha ha ha


Life always feels like we owe one back   
And happiness and fairness is just time out   
Like an hour of lunch in between hustle  
Before diving deep into oceans blue, beyond hostile line   


Fairness is religion, in that it is not    
As  thus built on Utopia   
But on earth glass do shatter  
And relationships are awkward   


Daily politics solder understanding   
With compromise if only temporary  
Lets agree to disagree, on status quo   
Letting sleeping dogs lie "and the rest"   


So then we owe one back   
On necessary evil, to keep the peace   
He got as this far, we have an understanding  
This is just how the rules work     


No one is perfect, hidden skeletons in closets     
Some are just recognisable by sway   
More efficient in polishing silver  
Then suddenly what they say matters 


Their words are gospel, hallelujah     
But do not test the subject on substance     
Like I said glass do shutter, "the laws of physics"       
When earth's gravity is called to play     


So who comes out to play in Serengeti
Like the next door neighbour's child lost 
And charity of the home he comes from 
Conflicts our stand, we owe one back on compromise 


But fairness is lost, on self interest  
On whose idea it was to find 
A balance playing field  
When survival of the fittest 
With step over is the basic rule

On Roads to Damascus

On roads to Damascus..
Desert storms brew, new seasons...
Blows with life of attestation's vigour..

Like the push of  dominos  falling..
Puppets masters fall off..
In suscession, against up raising ..


Puppets on revolution..
Swept up on the path way..
Them against us as we proceed..


Divide, isolate and selfish rule ..
Pointing fingures ..
At phatoms enemies..


Illusion used as weapons ..
To maintain strings,  ..
The 60 year old  emergency law t' stands ...


And we will come to know pain
Before the day is over, it is what price paid 
The course for falling souls, to be made heroes 


This is animal farm, 
George Orwell in old byzantine ..
After Napoleon takes over ..


And the opposition is silenced ..
The Marxist taste of power 
The seduction of calling all his own


But not today, the storms brews..
Paul is visited on the road to Damascus..
The storm blows across accient lands...


And the revolution is to be known..
Even if not televised, try youtube..
Words spread, twitter and facebook..


The civilization is older than the oppression..
Let that be known, its new seasons ..
On roads to Damascus ..

Readers Digest

Readers digest, what's new, what's news..
And am surfing through words on papers..
News rounds, flipped to make sense of the world..
Around me, and is all crazy "sleepy" worlds ..


Not sure how ...
Sense is made out of this madness...
Retracted, blacked out sentences...
Nah, what the hell, let it all out...


And out with, be done with, 
What you doing with the first stone
Stone throw, bleeder, on planks to oceans below 
The fishes would have a feast today 


And its confessions on Sundays, 
And peace is corrupted, how did  it all start, on amnesia 
Crime and punishment, to switch hands, switch sides 
With judges of  the barrels, gun powder 


From the offended to the offender, flip sides 
And it rains shower, torrential pour
Feels like every one is touched 
And we are all incriminated in the process 


And to know it all, in awakening, 
Wakening up, in a room full, 
Moon full of the transformation
Like walking with Mike in the thriller video


Institutional mandate to cover up
Dirty tricks, dirty harry, spin doctors
Clean slate, no alternative versions
For we are the ones to pay the price 


Non of this madness accomplish 
Its just all madness, ludacris, the papers say otherwise  
Sides taken, flipped in circles, going no where fast
Switching sides, like yo-yo, in denial 


To find ourselves all living on the codes 
Of the forty thieves, ruled by Alibaba 
And as its said, in codes of honour
There is no honour among thieves


Standing in robes of the priest and politician
Respect not me, but the uniform, 
The paper, written on, spent with, the bill


We are all just pretenders, 
In role play, like kids games
I wonder who to be labelled 
Honestly,  Mr nice guy 


To walk in daylight, and be known 
Or be cloaked in illusion, imaginary friends 
Squeaky clean, who is to take the moral high ground, 
And rejoice not, not even at the death of an enemy 


He walks on planks, to the fishes feast 
Is this why the artist is more valued, on paper, with paper 
After death, tainted, scandals frozen 
For by then, he has no sin to enact hands tied, in rose gardens 


And I just made it past 
The first paragraph of the reader's digest
What's new, what's news  
Black out sentences 

War Is Bad

Sword fights, commands 

Chaos and anarchy into play

The innocent always surfer

Wild Stallion

Silk lay hanged on wheat fields 
She stood captivating with dancing in the wind 
The sun out, the calm winds  
Blows to give flight 


Silk delicately lay hang on leaves   
Such grace, she holds, she bares 
This thus gives it, its beauty  
A beauty adored, only of her kind 


Through the windows of my eyes 
I see such beauty, vulnerability 
She sits like a fairy creature 
Blows happiness in the air, with dance
Delicately expressed like the butterfly wings


And I yearn to have presence in here realm
She holds purity, she holds love
The winds are perfect in her world
I hope I guard her sanctity 
It is my wish to do so


I am sure, I am up to the task 
I itch to do so, with vigour 
Yet I fear I come with rougher winds
On the backs of wild stallions 


It threatens to blow her off her hang, 
Her utopia in paradise  
I hope I guard her sanctity
I fear I may bring her pain 

Suu Kyi's Burma

Shackles, I have fought, many a time 
The belly of the beast, draped in uniform, Well ironed, many a time I have fought 


They seek and demand 
To be called by honour 
Yes your honour


'Salute and respect, the badge I wear' 
Yes your number, your gun, your threat 
Sorry your honour, your Junta


So your honour ; Junta
Why am I to sit, in house arrest 
Like a caged bird, arm's length 


While the peaceful monk
Do protest, in defiant 
Yes your honour, your general, your Junta


When you swore to protect the people of Burma oh Burma 
Who's badges you wear, for your honour 
Junta numbers lined in queues of generals 


Sorry your honour,
To have ever questioned 
Your integrity, Junta to salute 


Another one, on vote counts
I guess now, close to unchained shackles 
I can step foot out, among my people 


To serve my people, the Mother land
With your permission of-course, Junta
With your eagle eyes, paranoia a' weary ears


With your permission, your honour, of course
To fight against your oppression
Yes your honour, with your permission 


If only to say 
Yes your honour, to Junta 
But how could I, yes your honour, Junta


I  will I promise say words, 
Which may end me, locked up in birds cage 
For that is the price of freedom

While my people protest on Tuesdays 
If this is our destiny to protest 
Gladly we shall 


No your Junta, your honour 
The cage can't hold my wings
I am Suu Kyi, of Burma