GHANA’S PLIGHT

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In days of old

Ghana was rich in gold

So rich that she needed no gold to be sold

And stood in riches of timber, and untapped oil

In days of old

The body of Ghana knew no cold

Her people did her mould

Taking only what was needed and preserving the rest

But intruders walked in

Having stripped their own naked

They came with a peaceful hand

And hid the stealing manipulative one at their backs

A shake of the innocent

Landed into a trap of no return

Conquering the strong and selling beings

Eroding innocence and spoiling respect of kings

Until Ghana stood vulnerable

In front of visitors whose thoughts were not honourable

Looking on as her clothes were being torn apiece

Until her nakedness was nearly public

It dawned on one Nkrumah

Who joined a group to have their Ghana clothed

That the violent takes it by force

He took it in its sad form wanting to make it strong

Strength he had turned well

But greed for his throne turned his thoughts dictating

And so it was that all forgot

Of the woman who needed and still needs clothing

As they fought and are still fighting for her seeds

Ghana, Ghana

Beautiful woman Ghana

Beautiful tree of decency and boldness

You’ve had the patience so please wait awhile

Just as you were taken from strangers

One will come and clothe you well

Ignoring his own hunger and gain

By amoafowaa