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A LAN WITH A PLAN




The patriotism of a man,

Popularly known for splashing cash,

Was once held so high as next to the sun.

That he never thought of a backlash.


His party, friends and ally,

Had him as the next leader.

So he gave out his all to every rally,

With hope to reap bountifully later.


But the Bible had admonished,

“Woe to a man who trusts in men”

So the word became flesh,

And the evidence today is fresh.


A new man had risen with a plan.

With fame, cash and lies,

Who knit cunning ties,

With intent to steal from Alan.


The promise to him as his inheritance,

Is now nullified without stance,

Within the new sect of patriots,

Who were once his cherished compatriots.


“It is my turn” Yes he exclaimed!

You should have taken your chance,

The Judases had vividly explained.

Thus, how he gave out his birth right.


Never say never as dry bones can rise again.

Alan will not give up the chase,

Knowing how much there is to gain,

Especially when you have a good case.


So here they come!

As a united front,

To give the steer to the man,

This time not to splash the cash,

But to transform Ghana like a butterfly.

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