Like humans taming cubs of the wild
We have been caged by our minds so mild
we sit in the blessings of our wealth and beg
When salt and cocoa
Bauxite, diamond and gold are but a few of our wealth
Whose fault is it that we have eyes but cannot see?
Whose fault is it that we see not our own money?
Whose fault is it that our money is our sand?
Whose fault is it that we mine not what is ours?
We use our little water to bath
And always end up in the mud like naughty pigs
Those with good fire we help to extinct
We get all clues but partake in our own fall
A bomb of enlightenment is all we need
To blow our brains and open our eyes.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.