I\'d seen
I\'d seen the heads under the
Fulani straw hat
I\'d seen
I\'d seen them wander
through the pathless path
The cold-dry winds blow them
There follow through soiled clothes
Strong harmattan holds the plough
Crops fold their arms
Rocks sound while breaking
Ka-ka-ka like \'Asante Firikyiwa\'
Little water in the dark pot
Cooks stones and corm
Cape three points plants lose turgidity
In the \'Land nearest nowhere\'
British 1875 lighthouse blinks
There 0 latitude, 0 longitude and 0 altitude
Recommended \'A gingle from Ghana\'s famine of 77\'
To be sang in the whole country again
The starved had nothing, except
Gari, two coconuts and two heptagon pesewa
In the \'Ghana Must Go\'
Ants got nothing
From Ante\'s kitchen
To enjoy in their home
The windows of heaven were opened
and
manna fell from brothers
and
sister in America
What the heptagon pesewa could not afford
In the 983rd year of the 2nd millennium