One People, One Nation, One Destiny Poem by Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

One People, One Nation, One Destiny

Nearer, our right gradually approaches us
And louder our mother's call becomes
as the days solemnly pass us by
It is so gentle a cry,
that calls for our unified disagreement

A cry so solemn,
that daily reminds us of our national origin;
We were born of the same womb
With daily nourishment from different chords
And with our own begotten opinions

Each day,
We carry with us our self-righteous doctrines
We carry our own tongues around
And preach the gospel of our desires
Canvassing for the brace of others

Nonetheless, we still remain one,
working together for the glory of our mother
And all our different hearts,
Are just separated pieces of what is a whole
And the same blood daily circulate our seemingly selves