-Osagyefo’s Children Cry
In Ghana’s heart lies Africa’s fountain of hope,
Yet as a nation she stands in her direst of days,
Economic woes cast shadows deep,
Yet hope persists, though troubles clasp her,
Nearly ridding her of breath.
Once and still rich in gold, in cocoa, and so many more
Now struggles haunt, a bitter brew, an embittered people.
Inflation soars, the cedi falls, the youth with no jobs
Frustration echoes through market stalls and within all walls.
Yet in the eyes of those who toil, resilience gleams,
Steadfast and with boiling rage, bent on a better future.
From dusty rural roads to bustling towns and to gleaming cities
Hope’s ember burns, knowing no bounds, that unfailing elixir
In Accra’s heat, in Kumasi’s throng and in a Sirigu made languid
The people’s spirit sings its song, amid sighs and between heaves.
Through hardship’s grip, they stand forlorn, with just enough strength to think each about themselves
Their journey long, their battle far from won.
With hands outstretched, they seek a way,
To mend the fabric, come what may.
For Ghana’s story, though tempest-tossed,
Resides in hearts unbowed.
So let us weave a tapestry bright,
Of dreams renewed, of futures right.
For in Ghana’s soil, in her skies so wide,
In her people, in her veins, reside enough
More than is required, to make us bold
And to stand us erect, in pride and independence
We have fed so long on hope,
Now for meal we want fair chance
To live in dignity,
And when the time comes,
To die in dignity