Land of my birth
A land with gold and greens
The only land with a black star which shines
To lead the way
One powerful land fought for with blood
Where did we pass?
To get this lost?
Where did we go so wrong?
That we use baskets to fetch water?
We all saw when we travelled to rear guinea fowl
Wanting multiplication but ended with negatives
They all flew to the countries of few stomachs
Who blamed Burkina Faso for enticing them
We all know the many payments without efforts
Are we blind to see our coffers having huge holes
Which have mysterious visiting fingers only in the dark?
All we have now is confusion
Many can’t breathe
Many commit suicide
Even health needs great wealth
Where are our eyes?
When did Ghanaians go so blind?
Our drivers may be sleeping
Their mates maybe too bitter to notice
Let us all have a voice
That talk is cheap
And demand work
Work to get us to the right path
Before the dessert swallows us
Without the streams hearing our frightened cries.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014