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Tattered Dreams

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?





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Location: Accra, Ghana

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  1. Enoch Kabange3 June 2021 at 02:53

    Tattered but not destroyed as far as hope remains ablaze.

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  2. Anonymous3 June 2021 at 03:08

    This is the state of our country, explicitly put together in one piece. As to what the Ghanaian dream is, I wonder!

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  3. Unknown3 June 2021 at 09:27

    LORD HAVE MERCY on GHANA....
    I wonder if parliament house still have in mind, the "ANTHEM" written aforetime....

    They must recite it each time there is a SITTING.....

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  4. Unknown4 June 2021 at 12:15

    Hmmmmnnmm
    What is the Ghanaian dream?; a question for the gods. 🙁

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  5. Unknown7 June 2021 at 13:10

    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.

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  6. Sabina Bonso-Abban8 June 2021 at 00:20

    Great piece👏🏻👏🏻

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