3 poems by Zakaria Abdul-Hakim

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FOR OUR CHILDREN 

Come, all
Like blacksmiths,
Shall we carve words
Capable of rearing rocks.

Come, all
Like the army
Shall we parade the world
To tell the message of peace

For your children
Shall we parade the world
To tell the message of peace

For your children
Shall we build a world
Made of emerald, devoid of bombings
Racism, extremism, violence

We our children
We shall die like Pythagoras
While preaching our messages
To build a tomorrow of love

We our children
We shall travel
Uncoil every footpath
To find grace and happiness

With words
Shall we project deep imageries
Founded on the pillar of love
That shall remain eternally

For our children,
Shall we build a better tomorrow
Devoid of violence
But filled with total bliss



LET'S REWRITE TOMORROW

Give me pen and ink
Not nuclear weapon
Let me rewrite our future
Devoid of fracture
The tormenting wars.

Tell the doves,
To sprinkle love over us
Tell the birds to chirp high
While we listen to the chimes
And dance to the melodies of love

The time we march
With vigour and valour
Not to flood the soil with blood
But plant the seeds of love
Deep down the heart of very soul

Summon the country crier
To convey this message
Of unity to the world
Preach the word,
Like the Quran, Bible and Torah.

But in the end, we shall smile,
So that our worries may die
And we shall forever sing these songs
Of love, harmony, unity in diversity.

The while learn to love
And the black to do likewise
Without lota of hatred
For other races......




IT IS TIME

It is time - I hear trumpet call
A new dawn has dawned
Let's smell the sweet fragrance of peace While dining on the table of humanity.

It is time we kiss the breeze of unity
And light up every corner with love

It is time to stitch our differences
While joining hands to stand firm
Without differences and misunderstanding

Let our covenant with God
Be renewed, protecting earth
With our might.

It is time
To redefine love objectively
Lest, it shall forever remain in dictionaries
-Abstract butt not real

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From the heart of the Savannah, Zakaria Abdul-Hakim popularly known as Abdul Hakim Genius was born and bred in Tamale – Northern Ghana. His literary works are inspired by great sages of the village hut, from whom he believes his muse flow. He calls himself linguist to the ancestors; sweeper of the village hut and poet from the savannah. He writes to awaken spirit of Africa’s heritage, educate, motivate, inspire and give hope to people. He is both locally and internationally featured in anthologies.

Published by darcie friesen hossack

Darcie Friesen Hossack is a graduate of the Humber School for Writers. Her short story collection, Mennonites Don’t Dance, was a runner-up for the Danuta Gleed Award, shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize and the Ontario Library Association's Forest of Reading Evergreen Award for Adult Fiction. Citing irreverence, the book was banned by the LaCrete Public Library in Northern Alberta. Having mentored with Giller finalists Sandra Birdsell (The Russlander) and Gail Anderson Dargatz (Spawning Grounds, The Cure for Death by Lightening), Darcie is now completing her first novel where, for a family with a Seventh-day Adventist father and a Mennonite mother, the End Times are just around the corner. Darcie is also a four time judge of the Whistler Independent Book Awards, and a career food writer. She lives in Northern Alberta, Canada, with her husband, international award-winning chef, Dean Hossack.

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