The Nkrumah Questions

Who corrupted the blood in our mothers wombs

For corruption whistles in the veins of their children


The fathers remember their roles in this dreadful play


They see their guilt mirrored in the eyes of their sons


See their children wear their broken dreams like cloth


Yet the fathers dare plead innocent before heaven's court


Who then should we see for this act of treason


Who then should we see for this contaminated blood


Our mothers have already pled the fifth


So who then should we see for this filth

Who brainwashed the children of African descent


To label themselves poor when they are not


To found an excuse not to wear their beautiful kinky hair


To paint their honey lips red when black is beautiful


To bleach their skin until it bleeds under the sun


Who should we see for this mental slavery


Who should we see for this inferiority complex


The Whiteman has already left us to be

So why the continuation of this madness

















Who calls me brother yet pulls me down when I rise


Silences me when I talk


Stages my overthrow when I am not there


Kills my dreams before they grow


Destroys which I help build for one and all

Rewrites my history with twisted lies


Blames me when time has proven me right


Sends me to die so he might feel alive


Who calls me brother yet betrays me with a kiss


Who is it

















Who calls himself a true father

But only to his own children-not yours or mine


Who calls herself a mother


When Ghanaians are left to roam motherless


Why must my sister's children have to go hungry


When you told her that there is enough food for all


Why all this politics of division


When the road to prosperity is unity


Perhaps I dreamed of a dream


which was sadly not meant to be