Ghana Is For Sale

I have been awakened by a strange sound

Sleep has forsaken my eyes

I hear footsteps approaching the door

Fists of rage are pounding on the dry earth

There is desperation in the air

My children are in defiance

My children are in uproar

They have gathered to judge me accordingly

Ghana has become too hard a land to live

But would Ghana be easy if we all leave

Dark clouds hover above the brim

They unleash their bitter waters upon the land

Ghana is sick

Hear her coughing

See her shiver with her knees quivering

This is not how we want to see her

No this is not how we want her to be

Quick call in her sons and daughters

She needs them to recover

Or would Ghana recover if we all leave

Human vultures in suits are out 2 prey

They prey on the motherless child

They prey on our helpless widows

Ghana has been stripped naked

Foreign investors feed on her flesh

They take without asking

We give them all that we have

It seems that we care more 4 them

Than we care for ourselves

Where are Ghana's true children

The ones who have been made to roam

It's bulls on parade

And pearls before the swine

It's to God we pray

But it's in money we trust

Ghana is 4 sale

Her rivers are 4 sale

Her trees are 4 sale

Her women and men are 4 sale

Politicians are selling her off in bits

Hurry let's get a piece of this action

Before our children's children come to find something