MELANCHOLY IN PATRIOTIC ALCOHOLISM

We live in the sought after gold
Clothed by a land fertile enough to banish the barren
We live on a land so expensive
Blood so precious protect
Only to make us free
We live on a land so wondrous
Black star lights to guide us through
When did a blessed turn cursed?
We are the chosen on the best ship
Whose captains never fail in their traitorhoods
But hope leads our choir

II
Let’s shed the sea analogy
And work with land
Shepherds have led
And shepherds are still leading
Yet hyenas and foxes
Break our boxes
Causing us losses
Many claim our shepherds have claws like our monsters
Making heavy our crosses
As age adds to our aging
And eyes afar look back in mock horror
Why do we make cats guide our abattoir?

III
We are the richest but the poorest
The strongest but the weakest
The bosses turned crosses
We grovel when we hold the power to give
Now our white hairs put us in the boxes of self questioning

IV
Six decades
Many horicades
But our strong nation stands like a great mountain
Six decades with many scandycades
Yet we sing hospitality and cast out animosity
Six decades and many barrings
Yet we rise through every fall
We are the wondrous team
Great
House
Amazing nests
Nurturing feats
A royal team
Who can beat the expensive beads
Which talk with a lot to stock?
We will get to the dock of satisfaction one day
And our mockers will give us a standing ovation
For we are who we are
The wealthy struggling to breach the gap
That robbers left on our shores
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) March 6, 2017