NDC song of sorrow

Shall stakeholders sit unperturbed

When presidents violate their oaths that made them

Infringing the liberties of certain of men

And cabinet abide in outlaws yonder proportions

As council of state is heeded not

Being reduced to a mere consultative body?

Shall we sit unperturbed when indiscretion in high places

Consumes the fabric of our hard-earned democracy

And parliament ranted into yet unsorted fragments

As appointments committee pushes every interception aside

To confirm its status of mere window dressing?

Are we awake of the consciousness of high treason

As ministers burgled bagful of manuscripts out of homes

To be sat upon by their honorary selves, poets and spiritualists?

Shall our national coffers be compromised in the selfish interest

Of wolves posing in lambs clothing to plunder the whore

When the custodians know the whole law?

Shall our consolidated fund become slush for party witch-hunting

To return evil if not reward or refrain for selfless sacrifice?

Shall men cease to defend the state on corruption and injustice

Shall we honour our national heroes or crush the whistle blower

In terror regime, illegality and evil mindedness?

Shall we redefine clear references of our constitution under wits

To pave way for justification without true consultation?

Shall we continue to watch the tale of two cities and beyond

When benefactors seem to know more than their spiritual consultants?

Shall we watch the nation plunge into sex scandals

To cover up the waterloos of democracies rather than address them?

Shall gov’t deprive the teacher of his right of claim

When those same men hovered in aircrafts under state impunity

After plummeting a housing deal for heeding no advice

And indulging in a dangerous supplant of power?

Fellow Ghanaians, tis time to sing a song of sorrow for the NDC

As gov’t fails to digest the single spine, a remedy in guise,

Much as a serpent fails to do so for a swallowed toad mightier than itself

With arrears of thousands of workers yet unpaid for the yuletide

Under the hypocritic directive of ‘not yonder three months’

In the midst of delayed gratification, bureaucracy and absurdity

Where claims documents clog in cabinets and trays for years

If not challenged by cobwebs in audit crevices

Where is the foresight and hope inspired in these tumultuous times

As inflation now traces 20% high to celebrate a new year

After furious denials of a broke economy

The IMF ultimately tend to be last resort

To heap up debts for our progeny

When the oil shall have been depleted

Where are the master brains of the Senchi consensus?

The average Ghanaian lives under harsh conditions capped by dumsor

With poor health indicators and ministers 10% sacrifice in limbo

Having accepted defeat for the MDGs

With many a protestation to register displeasure and rejection

Even our court ruled in his favour by the skin of his teeth

As half of Ghanaians split and thirsted for blood

As Koranche and his men vexed their spleens against directives

From the highest citadel of law and justice

Mahama still shamelessly pins his bums to his seat at Flagstaff

Far removed from the suffering of the masses

Yet presents to us a state of bloom and vain glory

As a soul languished in Bole in charity of a yeoman’s job

Now ahead of 2016 they plan

With a fraudster Veep still to cruise along

The NDC defies a monkey being bound by its own tale

Escaping the sword of Jehu, Hazael, would soon face Elisha’s

Such is the magic wand as men of God sit on compress springs

To ruin the dire few illegally to continue to reign in peace

Ridiculing age and poverty yet employing as a campaign tool

From whence did corruption come?

When the Mosquitoe cheeks are full it recedes to the hinge side

Like one with swollen tooth on corruption and the fledgling economy

Such is the legacy when the lampo man is no more

Our nation chars, its people in limbo

I sing my dirge to console its bereaved: the neglected, the common man

Our stakeholders of democracy and peace are in a paradox

Of build and destroy; plant and uproot for it belongs to us

Before the dawn when the die shall have been cast

Men shall say Ghana has died a premature death

After a short illness with many a citizen in the unknown

Yet the gangrening wound rocked us for ages long

When many eyes peer closer to observe yet indiscretion veils them

To refrain in hypocrisy, ill-will while they seek mortal combat

Where are the so-called social democrats

Posing to stand for the masses yet each skinning

Into his bag and basketful the common lot?

Which clime has indiscretion tend to override the law

As the interpreters unhurriedly sit pending the arrival of kings?

Hark! Noble citizen to this powerful litany

My heart is pierced in pangs and sorrow for my beloved country

Through the dark horizon across nation and clime

A gov’t of mystery and potentates rule by a magic wand

With the rest enveloped in an infatuated cloud of glory

They exude telepresence and meditations

Imaginations, and extrapolations of half-truths

While the horses own mouth seem not louder enough

Born out of oppression and murderous brutalities

In the name of house-cleansing by a supposed white lamb

Who now dangles from side to side with all his array

we thought this gov’t has now understood democracy

yet it recoils to its revolution and junta days

where is the morale high ground, the justification upon which it stood?

The man of botched conscience is encouraged to hold firmly in this turbulent sea

To someday plug off his dangling fortune kidney and collapse

Like his predecessor did on the tarmac for his heart

When comrades cheered him up in an elderly tone

But history proved us right in succeeding days

This gov’t is sustained by demons and evil minds

Requiring mortal courage to break the jinx

Let us sing more songs of sorrow for the social democrats

Let us mourn Ghana for her dying children

Let us not risk our lives in another boat

In a storming sea under a doubtful captain

Let them stand off for another soul to rule

I declaim my verse as Balaam’s oracle

As rain clouds are overhanging full of rain

Ready to pour any moment from now

Let us sing off our corrupt media; the foremost of such in Africa

A line of dirge to appease our hearts

Let us think of obscure corners, relegations and laughing disasters

Let us dig our archives and files for hypocritic skips

Instigated by men of echelon heights

Let us condemn furious denials and porous works

In our legislature, our beacon of hope in democracy

Glaring to even the unspectacled man

Let us fish out instigations from men of power

Let us condemn those who condone to suppress the truth

With no slightest vestige of doubt on man’s capabilities

On whom the gov’t rested when there was nowhere to thread

Only spurred on by hypocritical syndicate

Let us rebuff allegations with no iota of truth

Let Ghana regain its image as thriving democracy with press freedom

Let the jury be rid of all partiality; and let the laws speak for man

Let us involve in the collective march toward freedom and justice

Fare thee well for Ghana to redeem

22 Dec, 2015, Ogun State, Nigeria