ANNOYED IN HANOI-1st July

Has no one heard it?

That news edited on CNN

Saying Kotoka took a golden receipt

Yellowish indeed like MTN

For a fight Nkrumah did forfeit

As telecasted on EBN

Was a blend of Irony and Pun

Literally said, a flash in the pan.

A supposed peaceful mission

Led to his seat being missing

Ensuring calm in foreign Hanoi

While at home tranquility was insanely coy

And public debts that had masses to annoy.

Remember the union of Ghana-Guinea,

Our pounds given her to settle a fee

Blinded our ancestors eyes to see

A dream of unified black continent

And named him among Sekou Toure's cabinet

Instead of being the United State of Africa's president.

So we all embraced democracy

As Papa Jay decided to end his own papacy

Which we mesmerized with our sexy eyes

And stalled development till prof dies.

Did we benefit from the freedom demand?

Wasn't our destiny in only one hand?

Does NDC or NPP have any magic wand?

Are they a curse or bless that annually abound?

When at all shall our thinking cups come around?

Only then shall our help be found.

The era that marked the incessant coupe

Differs now as our presidents only lick boot

Taking merits of funds from neocolonialism

Deciding with powers of political altruism

And using irrational saga to fuel anachronism

Bowing our heads to the jaws of racism.

What then? Are we better than they? No, in no wise: for we have before proved both Jews and Gentiles, that they are all under sin;As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one!

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THE BLISS of STRIFE

This is the lottery of life, That a lot of men, Tend not to see as an Omen, Full of bliss but only strife. We either get to long live, Or soon forced to leave. Be lucky to be born, Or remain a spirit borne. But no matter how you came to exist, There’s only one way to exit. Through the tunnel of death, Whether neat or with dirt. So just in case you are here, And you have some fruit to bear, Let us get to taste you in due time. Whether sweet or as sour as lime. Breathe in more air, But in your heart, do not err. Enjoy life as a sweet aroma to smell, But for your sake, let no one else yell. Anytime you are angry, Just assume you’re hungry. Seek the bread of life if you can. Because vain life is just an empty can.

FALLEN ANGELS

Most often than not, Heroes do fade with their names unsung. But the shadows of their past, And the candles we light all night, Can at least serve as lyrics, To compose for their departed souls, A new song for us to be consoled. Patriots they’re now called, As dirty politics has now stalled. For once at most, We all agree to a toast, In solemnity and not at the bar, That this life is by far, An expedition with a divine illusion. Yes indeed they were; Heroes as we now call them. Not because it sounds like an anthem, But for the national emblem, They did responsibly revere. Was it the natural order? Is it because someone failed to bother? Was it their time? Are the questions we continue to mime. But will the answer save us a dime, As a nation in her own prime? Let the eight angels fly high, As families make a thirst quenching sigh, And create for them a legacy in perpetuity. For if we seek another opportunity, And let these men go forgotten, There shall be no more fallen angles from...

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