PARALLEL DESTINY

The life of a politician,

The vice of a servant,

Greed of a Ghanaian,

All in a currency we all want.

We both want to travel,

But our destination is parallel.

They believe in tourism, leisure and exploitation.

We like fame, dreams and imagination.

If for something they willed,

They enslaved us to wield.

Although that sincere force,

Isn't no more of course.

We both want to prosper anyway,

But our paths are not the same.

As their leaders make hay,

Ours strive on the blame game.

We think it's a brain drain,

But it's actually a mutual gain.

They attract us with package travels,

We return home with good morsels. 

We eagerly want to make it,

Embassies are helping if you permit,

But only if your answers are wiser,

That an interview grants you a visa.

So in case you see, Just in case!

My money in a room or suitcase,

Grab it all, not just handfuls.

For good medication is taken in spoonfuls.

Because, the future we do conjure,

That better Ghana we hope for,

Is hidden here in rooms,

Where we sweep daily with brooms.