Ode To Ghana.

O ye, who have sane intellect, pay head to the doctrine which lies beneath the veil of these strange verses.

Mohamed Abu-Nasar-Ibn-Mohamed-Ibn-Al-Farabi

Ode To Ghana.

BY Nana kwame Yeboah

Everyday we hear

Our country is near

The dreams we have dreamt;

They say the country is better,

And I ask the latter,

Is Accra the only place to settle?

Everyday I read the trades

With its praises and the hearsays

Of the beauty

Of the town of fallacious pacesetters

And cronies.

What about the rest of us?

Who is looking out for us?

The Country slaves,

And the Capital behaves

As if it belongs to all;

But, alas,

When out of Accra

The beauty is left afar.

The pride of Accra, which all should feel,

Do not appeal.

For all know, one wants one’s own.

But what excuses Accra

As it swallows half the pie

That one fries, so one cries?

The capital, they say,

Deserve the pay.

The rest, they say,

Deserve to slave.

A freeman works in servitude

Only when labor

Serves others flavor.

The beauty of the Capital, a false projection

Of steps in the right direction

Is but an illusion, a salutation

To Ghana’s deformed vision;

For the whole is better than the part;

On this, with Sages, I do not part.

SOURCE: PUDUOM