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”
2 comments:
"So now, we know how to dance
Even when the music is so baaaaad..."
that's interesting!
but i believe we always knew how to dance! only we must ask at every time whether we are willing to dance!
"So now, we know how to dance
Even when the music is so baaaaad..."
that's interesting!
but i believe we always knew how to dance! only we must ask at every time whether we are willing to dance!
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