“A Good War”

She stood there watching
Like the owl watches the night
Like darkness befalls daylight
Like the moon spoke different songs of languages
How pitiful, they thought, crazy
but with power so magnificent
A power to break down walls
From far, the people watch her light
So bright, they murmur their own spite
Her mind, yet brilliant
She speaks and the city becomes her sword
She grabs her amour and starts the good war
A war of perfection,
an unending layers of bricks
A queen, she fought
She acknowledged, she became
She won the war of a good fight
A fight of a good war.

A dedication to
YAA ASANTEWAA
Queen Mother of Ejisu

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