Time to go, else you harvest the storm
The seed you sowed has germinated a bomb
Your welcome has timed out
It’s time to hang up your gloves and march on
The chimes are ticking and sounding your death knell
Are you a leader or wheeler-dealer?
Go jump in an oil well
Your subjects are in hell
Everybody yells
We are not well
We are not well at all, at all
Ebi nte yie koraa
Time out. You had better go jump in a well
Time to go
Don’t hang out there by the skin of your teeth
State kleptomania has peaked,
In the harbours, ministries, IRS, airports, border posts and all
Corruption stench has stunk to high heaven
It’s time to clean up and circumcise your hubris
It’s time to fumigate your brains
Climb down your high horse
Come closer to the people
They lack jobs, food, medicare and shelter
Everybody yells
We are not well
We are not well at all, at all
Ebi nte yie koraa
At every election, recycled politicians get erections
They hire hirelings to prostitute voters
They doctor and rig the results
All for the sake of hefty perks and per diem
That coffers cough out colossal sums for their upkeep
They promise the moon but can’t deliver even a meteorite
Teachers get short shrift and ripped off
They get a raw deal from the short end of the stick
Some political leaders postpone their departure
They scheme a third term, manipulating the constitution
They suffer from executive capture
Many lack high moral principles
What is in monarchical executive capture?
Insults, intrigues, insanity, megalomania and insensitivity
They corrupt the courts and other state institutions
My brother, my sister, time out
March on and exit,
Your people yell
We are not well
We are not well at all, at all
By Kwesi Atta Sakyi
