They played the part yet plot the pact.
Instead of repair, they lead in the shadow to rip the earth;
Our gods are not to blame but them.
They have betrayed our ancestors,
Posterity can wait no longer.
Arriving from yonder, they have come to judge our every move,
To the letter in every decision backing our move.
Dear Mother, my honour is stained and tattered!
To where has my father departed?
It seems our collective dream has shattered,
The pieces pierced our feet and bruised our skin.
My siblings' wail but the elders make merry.
Our village is lurking around wealth,
But our daily bread is locked up in the vault.
We dread treading the path to revolt,
And gathering momentum outgrow our ill-health.
This is not the future we dreamed of.
Our dreams, precious like the mineral that has taken our place now.
The elders paraded the corners of my street with pseudo promises.
We’d believed for a moment but our springs quickly dried up,
And they silently masterminded the raid to rip our homes.
My brothers and sisters are afraid of what's coming.
Our tears have become our wells of comfort.
Dear Mother! We pray you to tell our Father, lest we drown in this sinking sand.
Dear Father, we need you in this land!
Until you return, we shall uniformly resist oppression,
But be loyal and faithful to our Motherland.
From your abode, Bless our thoughts and actions!
What is the Ghanaian dream?
Life and death the inseparable pair In the former, all is fair Beyond the latter, we despair Ironically, some think otherwise The former and latter each happen once Whether fair or despair, we exist to pay the price From cradle to grave We live, both the fainthearted and the brave Life and death are a must Move on, Press on, Live on Rise up and grind hard Take that bold step Be carefree, fear no mistakes Be grateful, stay faithful Growth fruitful, live happily Forgiving and Believing We may live long but we die in a dash Then everything will disappear in a flash Smile when you can and blush if need be Let's share the laughter Before dreams shatter And we don't matter anymore Hence, let our today matter more We have much, so life and death expect much in equal measure. Until death beckons, be life's beacon! Credit: Etsy

Tattered but not destroyed as far as hope remains ablaze.
ReplyDeleteThis is the state of our country, explicitly put together in one piece. As to what the Ghanaian dream is, I wonder!
ReplyDeleteLORD HAVE MERCY on GHANA....
ReplyDeleteI wonder if parliament house still have in mind, the "ANTHEM" written aforetime....
They must recite it each time there is a SITTING.....
Hmmmmnnmm
ReplyDeleteWhat is the Ghanaian dream?; a question for the gods. 🙁
I am very much impressed with your writing skills. I am in love with your piece. However, may Ghana our motherland be healed and cared for.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece👏🏻👏🏻
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