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…

Tawiah Aboagye

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