In the beginning, when God created Ghana.
The land was formless & desolate
The raging ocean of ignorance that covered everything was in total darkness,
And the spirit of God moved over the Volta
Then God said, ” let there be light”
And light appeared.
Decades passed and a new God appeared
A product of the soil
Yet he seemed not to remember our ancestors’ toil
For freedom and justice.
Consumed by consumerism
And a seemingly ‘ carefreeness ‘ – yente obiaa-rism.
He was the most cunning creature that Ghanaian politics had made.
A most cunning creature
With an unassuming nature
He swore the oath of office
After death had stolen our mighty jewel from our coffers
Little did we know
That the plunder was yet to begin
The honey soon turned bile
And our conscious and subconscious became the subjects to their many bone-dried lies
With torments and pain without name constantly knocking on our door
The Ghana that we soo much wanted to appraise to our children’s children
Now has become a lybrinth of nothingness…nothingness painted with wild colours to look beautiful
In all these, God blesses our Homeland Ghana!