Are you turning in your grave?
Are we all doomed for the grave?
Have we doom, on your grave, engraved?
Don’t be bitter, we’re all not litter
Be a little content
We hold onto our peace like fishermen and their paddles
Although our ship is in the middle of the unknown
And the storms scare dangerously
Yes, our power is showing us its Power,
It’s true our oil has been manipulated to make us toil
I know our earnings are gobbled by our debts
But cheer us on in hope
You see it all
Your resources in greedy pockets,
I know you see it all,
The corruption which walks in soft shoes
You see it all, our near fall
But be contented, and cheer us on
The 58 we’ve ate
Looks like our souls being eaten
But cheer us on Mama Ghana
We will get a good captain, some day
We will catch all corrupt whisperers, some day
We will get there, some day
We sure will get there; to your satisfaction, some day
So be contented and cheer us on
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
6 replies on “THE 58 WE’VE ‘ATE’”
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Prayers for your momma.
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Reblogged this on #nikispeak and commented:
“of the original 64, only 6 remained.” a storyteller