In tattered clothes we come Journeying from soul’s sorrow-land With Harmattan torn lips and hearts With amputated feet and hands and dreams drained from porous minds We come… Journeying through times trivial trials And unscrupulous leaders betrayals Consumed by foe and fear As we live in denial of liberal liberation and fervent fair trial For how long must this go on? For how long must our dreams drain? Come… let us join hands and with one voice shout Yes come… let us join hearts and with courage come all out For our destiny hangs around our neck And so is the next generations’ breath rested upon our head That very one you and I must protect…
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Tawiah Aboagye

I'm cool and Poetic, Author of the play The African Within.

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