Ghost on Guard [To Nkrumah]

They blinded him
For his vision
And crippled him
For his movement
They removed his chair
When he stood up
And clipped his wings
From flying high
To tear through the cloak
Of injustice and oppression
They sealed his lips
From sending sisterly messages of glue
And made him die in a barren land
Where he once sprinkled some seeds of hope

They saw his brain too big
To be housed in his smallish skull
But could not deny him a place of honor:
‘African’s man of the millennium’

And now his ghost stands on guard
Humbly watching and waiting
As his mighty works
Have become hunters
Haunting the visionless!