In the sphere of the sun
Darkness is but a click of our fingers
…and light should be our can
In doses exceeding figures
Drifts are easy to catch
If workers listen and watch

Science has taught us the way
Opening doors to solar floors
Life has shown us it works
Affirming deeds we thought impossible
Risks are but a turn
…we need to take to attain the impossible
So why do we sit in a fit which gives our dark
…power over our wealth?

The sun is shining
But none is harvesting
Dams are struggling
As their doctors push them to shine
But monies find themselves in pockets
…of classy-ghettoed watchers
…who turn round to bemoan our poverty
Who are we toying?

Harvest the sun
…to heal our dum
Harvest the sun
…to power our sɔ
Harvest the sun
…to complement our power
Even if your salaries must suffer the lot

For a whole nation drives on your sworn dedication
A whole nation is in the hands of you leading drivers
A whole nation trusts your driving
Nothing must be binding than this
As you begged to drive us to safety
So none must call on you nation drivers
…to fix the mess we’re in
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 7, 2021

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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