OUR GHANA!!

I’ve heard tales of Nkrumah’s Ghana

Her beauty and abundant riches

I’ve heard of her renowned honour

And her glittering golden beaches

Lo! Her fountain of honey

The pleasure and the sweetness

No room for melancholy

Utmost joy, the people harness

I’ve heard rumours of her fall

People say she lost her garment

The garment that made her stand tall

And so till date, she laments

Others attest she did loose her garment

But to men of indiscipline and corruption

Hope and aspiraton filled that raiment

Its loss then blurred her vision

We are the silver lining in this cloud

So we vow to make our mother proud

Gold and silver we do have

Talk less, the unity and the love

For as the sun sets, we argue and diss

But by sunrise, we all at peace

Through the blood and toil of our fathers

Amidst the sweat and tears of our mothers

We owe to the land of our birth

A certain and sure rebirth

In our own ways, let us pay our dues

And pledge woe to them that refuse

Hopefully, we will find the garment

And Ghana will once again, soar in her raiment

God bless Ghana!! Long live Ghana!!!