Get the physique
Harness thoughts
And know the antiques
Never growing the land
And help uproot it
II
We were led into the gates of independence
By a forehead with a well lit touch
Anyone could see its brains talking
Where the elites lacked
III
Few schemers
Came, aided by revengers
Then the voice of the gun rose
Scattering all in boom
IV
The voice held power
Power whose fear could be seen
Walking into the land with bullets
And had many corrupt crying and hiding
V
He put on a batakari
One whose fear surpassed all
But he knelt down before his gun
And the voice rose again
VI
The voice ruled like a good merciless king
But the land needed it
Its embarrasings resonated through the lands
Until he knelt in front of a book
VII
After 4 times 2
He gave the reins of power
To huge eyes who saw much
And led us to riches
To be absolved of debt
VIII
After 4 times 2
It turned its eyes
As a shriveled throat took the mantle
Only trusting God for a better ruling
IX
A ruling plagued with chaos
I can’t tell if it was sabotage or failure
But he left too soon
Giving way to a young leaf
Passionate but with eyes needing lenses
But it has soft voice
X
The soft voice
Made us see Dum
The soft voice brought into the limelight “abrempong” debts
And I can’t tell if it was deliberate or negligence
XI
Now we sit watching
Knowing not our ending
The time for power is coming
And now the calm voice rises doing something
Something not worth its promisings
Adjeeeeiiiiii!
Who will be next?
Age old thought sage
Or a surprise?
Just know the physique
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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