May they all die,
If they buy water from Dubai.
This is not a curse,
But the prayer of a nurse.
Oo Ghana!
We all call you mama,
But we despise your breast,
Forgetting she once quenched our thirst.
And now we encroach on the milky way,
With strikes and campaigns all day,
Thinking the galaxy is ours to slay,
Not appreciating the sky where they stay.
They've eaten and still ask for dessert.
So we turn our waters into Milo,
And our forests into deserts,
So they can quench their thirst.
Exchanging oil with gold,
Is how the stories are told.
All lies,
Yes! lies with open eyes.
They apply makeup to our faces,
With brushes dipped in feces.
At the ballot we see them,
Yeah with catchy themes,
Singing their famous anthem,
And we make them our emblem.
Should we join the train,
Driven by those we kowtow,
For half a loaf in our bowl?
Are we worthy of disdain?
Are we short sighted as they claim?
No we won't!
Yes you shouldn't!
Let them not take you for a ride,
At least for once, let them swallow their pride.
Perfect
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