Best Of Gold Coast Poem by Bright Nkyi

BEST OF GOLD COAST

My name is tied to blood,
Combined with forest and gold, I hold
A black star that tells a story of unity untold.
My wisdom and senses, sold to the cold,
To people who reject me, yet I'm told

To grace occasions with worn-out clothes,
My leaders boast, but lack good deeds to show.
In search of true leaders, I'm given pretenders,
Who pursue greed, individuality, and false philanthropy.

They amass wealth through deceit, setting up
Orphanages and humanitarian fronts to hoard for their own.
They plot with cruel intentions, lacking direction,
Only to become wise when in opposition.

Everyone seeks power to make laws and plunder,
The battle line is drawn against corruption's evil.
But the fabric of our deeds is woven with shadows,
And the fruit of our labor is shrouded in a veil.

Positions of power are veiled in mystery,
Integrity is shrouded, and motives are unclear.
The lines between right and wrong are blurred and grey.