Ghanaians: The Orphans Of Wealth

The orphans of wealth

Their parental figures they betray


Their own progress they delay


Their souls whither and decay


While they anxiously pray


For black gold to save the day














The orphans of wealth

Standing on the outside looking in


Wandering from where to begin


Still searching for a place to fit in


Their minds poisoned by religion


Their bodies housing counterfeited souls


Their paths nowhere destiny's door

The orphans of wealth


To and fro they roam


Like vagabonds without a home


Ever restless like a heartbeat


Aplenty they have in possession


Yet poverty is their obsession

The orphans of wealth


Estranged from their land of birth


See them sweat for a stranger's greed


See them slave just to feed


See them act like souls in need


What a pitiful sight to behold in deed

The orphans of wealth


Blessed with everything


Yet pretend to have nothing


Still begging others for something


God couldn't bring them salvation


Gold couldn't bring them satisfaction


So now they wait for black gold to save the day