Good days have walked
Good people have talked
Good writers have chalked
In Africa, long, long ago
Children were born right
Children thought of sin with fright
Children stood while adults sat bright
In Africa, long, long ago
The younger, the older respected
The older, the younger corrected
The older, the younger good tutored
In Africa, long, long ago
Now their steps are sealed in dirt
Their voices have been stolen by the wind
Their writings have been erased by selfishness
As the modern generation become higher copycats of alien laws
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 