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Poem: Time Out From Angry Ghanaian

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

Columnist: Sakyi, Kwesi Atta

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