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
