Ghana: A Nation Full Of Critics And Mourners

I was awakened today to a tune of yesterday

A tune which I thought that I had left behind

Little did I know that the mourners had stayed awake

Agonizing their frustrations through this wicked tune

The lyrical content of this tune fell short of grace

For many have heard it spoken right in their faces

In a room where our salty tears have become earth

Look at what Rawlings did--it read

Nineteen years of our lives gone to waste

The mourners kept on singing this tune in discord

As if its melody was healing

A nation confronted with so many unresolved issues

Yet these mourners continue to hold on to the past

See what Kufour did--they say

Eight long years of our lives gone to waste

They pound their fists full of rage on the dry earth

In an attempt to shake up the dead to awake

How pitiful

What's done is done--the time ticks on

Memory is all that remains

The memory which you and I are destined to become

Everybody seems to know it better in Ghana

But only a few does anything good

The critics criticize just for fun

I know that they would never see the sun

Mills is slow--they say

Have they ever seen an old man run pass his age

Surely--if time is of the essence

Then everything would be done in time

So why hit the ground running

If you can crawl

I have left the gate ajar for our mourners and critics

In case they should choose to leave this premise

I know that my words mean nothing to them

They would try to listen but they wouldn't hear

They would read but they wouldn't understand

The morning would come to found them here

Still singing their tunes in discord

Pounding their fists full of rage

Criticizing just for fun

It would feel like I spoke

But in a hush

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