POEM: Galamsey must stop

Oh you visitations of crime and pollution Tell me your solution Oh you men who rage violently on my land Please bed the hole with the sand

Oh you deadly son of no reputation Selfish acquirer of delectation Please lend your ear to our future satisfaction For tomorrow cries for liberation

Oh you men of wealthy evil I know your master insights your morale But why are you still poor after the many getting? And yet you do not tell him your bemoan?

Oh sons and daughters of the Black Star Our waters are crying for a rescue For they are powerless They are senseless And so Are mutilated Today, they said no They cannot be soothed anymore

So ye sons of the Black Star Stop threading the jaws of the land With thy Mercury and electronics Of no gloves nor goggles

O my country, my motherland! I foresee a society of useless waters And dying undying citizens Oh I foresee ye sons of Ghana As stateless citizens So thy evil must end.

Oh you miners of the mineral I know you are hungry But do not sell your waters for money For what sense does it make to have money but no food and water to buy?

Oh sons and daughters of the Black Star Let your innocence save our country And let not your guilt imprison our existence Let not thy evil bring a wasted generation For the predicaments are a trillion

So when your master says dig Hesitate not to honor him the pig Just so you are not that cowboy That drains the milk for the kings joy

So you sons of my country Let not the rot of the waters persist For my dark sky of lamentation Has received a warm smile of abrupt To the rotten visitation

But for thy mess I shall invite Mr bless Of our mother star So thy unknown evil be expiated

Go ye sons Go and do evil no more Oh go For you are acquitted