Mark Nyamekye Boadi

Sometimes the rains do not come in June
Sometimes in June, darkness comes at noon
The earth comes very dry
And the inhabitants wonder why
The flowers begin to wither
Life becomes bitter
Lord, the scorn is so unusual
For yam and corn are no more visual
Father, raise up your mighty hand
And quench the thirst of the land
Remove any hand of iniquity
And bring back the integrity
Put a stop to whatever caused this death
So that the plants may recover their birth
We pray that we would never see such destructions
And restore June as a month of great expectations