New Insights

For those who do not know,
To Accra I could not go,
A visa slipped my mind,
Returning to fly another time.

A week later I board my plane,
Running late with many delays,
Amsterdam to Ghana I now soar,
In six hours I arrive at their door.

The unknown and new experience,
To explore a land of such deliverance,
A continent with history so ancient,
Their hurts and crimes so blatant.

Africa a land so rich and poor,
The great divide, a paradox no more,
For its riches have led to its demise,
Greed and gluttony the clever device.

I sit with two sisters sweet delight,
A large continent they leave from their sight,
Passionate and eager to participate,
To improving society’s future fate.

North Carolina the accent so strong,
To Ghana a group they will bond,
An itinerary which schedules their time,
Historical perspectives a wondrous sublime.

We share this space, our travel,
As we reach a place of great marvel,
The airport will be our goodbye,
As we part to gain our new insights.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2006 MCARB