Mother Ghana wake!

Wake from thy slumber!

Wake too late and you shall curse your fate!!


Mother Ghana wake!

Suns are roasting heads of your savannah children

Meat has sanity beaten, causing peace to flee


For meat, your children turn meat

Slashing ears and slashing heads

Piercing eyes and pulling hearts like dogs. Sad!


I can point the geographical tremor

But I fear the angers of errors

I am but a dot with an ink who fears the wrath of insanity


Wake and stop the sun from its bake

For your sake, I hope you talk to the rains

Sun-burns are to blame, I know, they need some floods

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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