Flies, please take a rest
You’ve been your pesty best
Feeding on huge sores
On this Ghanaian Land.
II
Flies, try housing your booty
Moths hide in pulling
While you aim at the bones
In this Ghanaian Land
III
Flies, the bones are ageing
Weakness means surrender
So rest in triumph
IV
And oh you Land,
Please get great help
In medication of wisdom
To select your flies
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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