REAL PATRIOTS

Let them come and sow
…protected by their arrows in bows
Let them call us foes
…punching with their mental blows
Let them finish and go
…calling all to behold in lo
Let them laugh as we tirelessly mow
…and puff to our succeding’s no

II
Let them shoot their pricking pos
…until their hands strength slow
Let them see us seriously flow
…into development’s glow
Let them ridicule our yawning hoes
…and bet on our wailing woes
All we need is our patriocy
…in their cruel bangarang

III
Who said our sweats
…will always sieve into their service?
Who decreed our determined dears
…will always dread their dares?
Who preaches pestering panics
…of their prepared paws?
Who beats our blessful bests
…to bear their buttocking for brays?
We fear no foe fishing for our fouls
…and fear no fall fussing for our famishing
Aren’t we led by a star so black
…to see paths in the dark dark sky?

IV
So ride in the raving rough
…and trouble to be trustingly tough
Oh forget the crossing coughs
…and hush your hating hawks
We see the mountains of moaning
…mourning many our merry mornings
We hear the chirping chastisements
…chasing our chanting chores
We feel our fallen fellows
…forcing in their feeble forms
We will surely succeed
…to see our sun serening
Keep on keeping on is a cliché clutching our diction
But we should gladly guard its fine action
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 19, 2019

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