REPUBLICAN CAGE

We wail

Cursing those we hailed

We hunger

Blaming our thought-heroes for death danger

Maybe we are like a breed of animals

Who stash weeds on thrones, neglecting the propers,

Only to climb with their little strength

To bring them down as foot-mats

We are here in the republican cave

One the fearless Nkrumah did weave

Thinking it would be the sword to save

Knowing not it’d be a curse no prayer could peeve

It is now a Goliath without a Dave

Many are leaving, leaving untrained in the sieve

Preferring to surrender to shame than be royal paupers

Throny eyes see them not

III

It will be a cliché if I put down “dum”

It will be a cliché if I put down corruption

It will be a cliché if I put down utilities flying with eagle wings,

Flapping and scattering salaries into injuries and death

What did we do so wrong

To be locked in this humiliating republican cave?

Our only consolations; Blind dances, hospitality and peace?

We live in beauties

But we dine in rots

We know our duties

But we curse our lots

We cry for crumbs

But we live in lots

Agya Nkrumah! I know your grave is burst

Your turnings giving way to your tears of “watch and turn”

Republican shame turned public

Scrambling to chase the moving world turned tragic

Heads throw away hardwork thinking magic

When at all will we get the logic?

Hmmmmmmmmm!

By amoafowaa