I can tell you pride has been sold
For power in my home
For the first man status, a sheep clothe was worn.
To be the keeper of all,
A known affluence was paraded
But a lion could never stay in a sheep clothe forever
It tore free immediately it landed on the stool
As has always been the case
Only to put a tangled net on his past audience
A net which is never loosened until another era rears its head
Then a much more sheepy clothe will be acquired
If only you know what we are going through
You’ll pity my home which feels like just a house
If only the god of power was fair
These lions will be struck dead in their sheep clothes
To free my land.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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