To Jennifer Lawrence, the ‘Mockingjay’ in Hunger Games


The revolution is on

With time, victory might be ours

But then what is the price of this victory?

We might win, but the victory might be shallow


Where do we draw the line and retreat?

When do we lay down our arms and surrender to the powers that be?

For how long shall we continue to watch them spill the blood

of our brothers and sisters who fight for freedom, justice and change?


What happens if we lay down our arms and surrender?

Shall I who once led the liberators now command heinous abductors?

Do the freedom fighters deserve to be imprisoned

for their crime of seeking freedom?


Indeed, we march on; fighting for what we believe in

With the mocking jay as our emblem, we mock the powers that be

With one blow we spill blood and lose blood at the same time

More ours than theirs


But like the phoenix, we shall rise from the ashes

Kotoko; wukum apem a apem b3ba

Cut one head of the hydra and two grows in its place

We are locked in a cycle of violence.


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Look at me
A pitiful sight from whom everyone flees
I am the lone tree in the desert with nothing but solitude as my companion
My biography is a life behind a computer
It seems the virtual world accepts me completely
My best friends are the four vanilla colored walls of my room
I am the epitome of loneliness
My life is tagged with desolation
Forlornness know me by name
I am not alone but I am always lonely
I am the lonely loner
And like the lone wolf, I will die alone

When do I get the chance to call someone my love?
When do I also boast of a lover when others do same?
When would loneliness find another victim and leave me alone?
I need a friend to keep me company
My lonely heart keeps searching for that friend
I try never to be alone
But I strive for loneliness to leave me alone
Those I call friends are people who need favors from me
It’s such a shame I have never had a best friend
I crave to be in the company of others
But it seems I am always left behind…..
Forgive my whining, diary
I swear to you, loneliness knows me by name.

Song of Desolation

My life is plagued with sadness
Maddening depression that has sworn to drive smiles away from my face
Those that have birthed me have stolen every bit of happiness away from me
They birthed me together with forlornness; and have tasked me to stay by the side of my twin

I am an island; surrounded by things of no interest to me
I am forbidden from the things I love
My passion has been exiled
Cursed to roam the foreigner’s lands – never to return home again

I am a prisoner; locked in an eternal cage of solitude
I am chaff, blown in different directions by the wind of my masters
I will nothing of my own; and sing only songs of my masters
My life is defined by the wishes of my twin
I tell you; loneliness knows me by name


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An instrument of love is what you are

An epitome of romance in every clef and bar

You are black and white; your music is yea and yes

No chance for a grey area, to present to us its curse

An avenue, where every stroke radiates an ambiance of love

And every sound summons a musical being above

“I am the god of music!” exclaims Apollo

And my device of love, you all must adore and follow.



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Hello everybody, my name is Kofi Dzogbewu, and I am a writer. I set up this blog to share my work with the world; especially all lovers of literature. I hope that you will like my writings and follow my blog passionately. Feel free to comment on the blog. You can ask me anything via email – Cheers