Let there be light
Nkrumah was her oil
Burning midnights in his widow's mite
As Africa struggled and toiled
He encountered the banter
All efforts were foiled
Mother of freedom
His compatriots call him father
Democracy was crippled
Nkrumah gave him legs
Freedom was impossible
Nkrumah thought it first
Travel the world over
It's Africa we belong
''We are capable, now or never''
Sage and wisdom, Nkrumah meant better
His words never fail
They flourish
Breaking the wings of slavery
And soon they perish
In the North, South, East and West
At long last, Africa can rest
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem in praise of a pan africanist Kwame Nkrumah, his fights for freedom, ideals for unionism, and contribution to humanity remains indelible. Praise
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