Filled with greed. 

They sat in the mud they’ve invented, 

sipping koolade from the cup in our hands. 


Our soul weeps

Our lips are dry, for lack of words—

to express our pain,

our hopelessness 

Oh, the economic darkness 

that hangs over our heads


A pocket full of rocks, 

but we want peace and not war

We waited for a savior, but they

gave us Barabbas;

to rule over a weakling lamb.


Let’s go the West

Let’s got to the west 

Let’s go and drink 

milk and honey.

Alas, no one knew what was

in stored —

a belly filled with illusional 

promises, and hopes;

the catalyst of wanderers.


We died with our kids

We died from severe hunger;

Enroute to Rome.


We died with anger 

When help never came


We died unfulfilled 

We died unfulfilled 

Cause our leaders emptied

the destiny in our cups

as we wandered like sheeps

without shepherds.


Ah, we died like animals

We died like we were not humans


We are dead.


Gone too soon.

Like a candle;

after the storm.


Millions will join us…

As long us greedy people 

Rule the land of my fathers.


Rhythms Of Africa

Copyright 5/17/16  || McDaniels Gyamfi 


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