Cry O Ghana Poem by Samuel Julius Kargbo

O child of Mother Africa
The tortoise is still on the road
Realities cannot hold, dreams dying
Hopes turn to ashes every day
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana

Rich and green Nation
Shame and poverty clothe the people
Electricity is being rationed like
The meal of a poor man
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana

Welcome to the land of myths
A place where nature used to abound
Now a place of decaying bones
A lovely nation, my Ghana
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana

Heaps of unreached goals
The youth die without their heritage
Homes and families leaking milk
The farm is an old cow
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana

But as the heat of the Sun rages
We continue to press towards the goal
O Runners, a marathon lies ahead
We must run until the end
Or we will never stop crying

With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©️Poem Makers SL (26/04/24)