Ghana the grief house
She mourns and grieves of pervasive putrescence in her abode.
Oh, see how bribery and corruption have overshadowed her tranquillity and peace
And the anguish her treacherous inhabitants have abandoned her to bear.
A land where power drunk leaders and politicians are only obsessed with unending affluence
And flattering political talk has become the order of the day.
Deviating from the aspirations and visions envisaged by our forefathers,
Our leaders are obtrusively engrossed in the amassing of wealth
Leaving the deprived and minority to their own melancholic fates.
Oh Ghana, until when shall her grief cease.
Until when shall we be heedless of our imminent bane
And direct our strengths and synergies to the cause of her dream,
To grant her a soothing respite.
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Author:
Patrick Godwin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem speaks volumes about how Ghana and for that matter many African countries continue to suffer after independence as a result of inefficient and ineffective leadership.
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 8
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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Comments1
My Brother!
It's so easy to forget,
when the Imperialist's, first approached
it was that Greed, of Trade
not that Fear, of Hate
that helped curate, our beloved Africa's: Fate...
and Yes
more than half a Millennium, later
its that same Corrosive Mindset
that weakens our continent, to its very knees
time n again, every opportunity its gifted, to take a step Forward.
There's a reason our sands are Red, my Kin
its from those Deep seeping Crimson stains,
of all the accumulated bloodied Tears,
that our despairing Mothers have spilled...
'Arise Africa: We Wait
with our calloused, rusted
Hopeful Heart's;
Forgive and Move Forward: We Beg
let those Chains of History
no longer, stifle
Our Children's futures, for a Change...!'
L. B. Mek
9:29am, 8/10/2021
(thanks for sharing and inspiring my little scribbled reply,
These rushed/instinctive words, may end-up
as being the very best thing I'll ever write!
and for this unexpected gift, you've provided me
I sincerely, humbly: thank you!
we may be from either end of the continent, but we speak: as one
my brother)
Thanks Mek for your compliment and sentiment. I think it is time we rally behind our countries and put our political frailties to bed for the well being of our country
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