Once upon a time
Our land was a loamy rhyme
Our airs sang for happy trees to chime
A bite was meant to tease tongues from lime
But all that, now, means no dime
II
When the cloth of colonialism
Met the scissors of independence
And freedom apparels were carefully tailored by hope
Little did we know greed will nurse itself in multiplications to feed
Leaving huge holes in our growing seeds
Holes in which many hovering pests shelter
To hunt the rest of our freedom juices
In a shadow slavery bid
III
How did general development melt into selfish aggrandizement?
How did sweat of paupers rain into barrels of the rich?
How did power fly from the masters to the servants?
How did truth metamorphose into lies
In a vice-versahood which gains applause on entertaining stages?
How did we get here?
We as children of embittered souls
Who fought their rage to get us a page!
How did we get here?
IV
How do we break this cycle
Of the oracle of greed?
How do we cast out the possessions of corruption in ourselves?
How do we get back the sensitivity of hurt
To feel our punches on our own selves?
How do we?
How do we?
V
If only darkness will work with light on its ruling nights
If only responsibilities will whip consciences in all spheres
If only capable heads will work with their legs
To jump from indifferent fences
If only political promises will gain colour from their white elephantship
If only
If only you will see me as you
And I will see you as me
And we will see our land as our mother
If only
If only…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©August 23, 2017
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