Wednesday, July 15, 2009

To the tune

Democracy shall surely be our dance

To the tune of Ghana's bloody past

Lyrics written with the pain and pride

The toils and oft freedom forever cries

And this call to hope, we never deride

The battle-line drawn and the trigger pulled

All poli-tricksters should take their guard

Against the Kokromoti-esm thumb combat



Ghana is the honey, just no money

Oh yes! but in the poli-tricksters pocket

I find the key to the golden symphony

The chord never played on stage

So now, we know how to dance

Even when the music is so baaaaad...



By: Ezekiel A. Johnson

In response to Nana Frema Busia's poem “Ghana sweet oo”

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