Dr Nkrumah's Prophecy

When courage flees

Cowards would feast upon the land

So bring in the cowards

Don't hold back the traitors

Make way for my assassins

Release the thieves

For they shall rule the Land

After I am gone

Close the classrooms

Pull down the schools

Hide the books

Break the pencils and pens

Sack the teachers

Send your graduates packing

For the illiterates shall rule the Land

After I am gone

Stop the inventions

Cease the science and technology researches

Suspend the creative endeavors

Shut the laboratory doors

Abandon the factories

Start importing everything

For nothing would be made in Ghana

After I am gone

Unclean hands would mislead the pure

The innocence would leave 4 sure

The dreamers would take flight

For none would stand up and fight

For what is right

Ghana would lie bleeding

Her people would be sent fleeing

After I am gone