Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

Sweden

 

The house you built, in our time

You discovered something beautiful

At least you thought you did

You canned it into a casement of cement

 And ladled it up with laconic joy

You brushed it white and set it

 Into a firmament of four corners,

Plastered it you did too

Then you lacerated it with big glass shields

To keep the world

Out-

 

You selected your friends from the familiar

And refused the world entry into your gaudy

Mystery of modernity,

You refused to look through those big glass windows

Refusing to see the joy passing by-

 

You shut out yourself

And the outside refused to look in

You became a mould of decadence,

Until some loving soul

Seeing your pain and the arrogance

That was suffocating you in your “creation”

Set you free from your misery

So you could come out and breathe again-

 

To take in that which is free and come alive

Out of your casement of glass cage

Plaster and all-