Rivers of gold
Ivory artisans on the pediment
Prosperity sprouting from the sediment
Raised little kings and queens, Dreams
on the horizon
Mediterranean domination
“Your future’s in Orion”
Rulers of the ruling nation
Ghana: systematic cysts of green
Bones and hoes in the earth
We have our seeds therefore we have our mirth
We have these streams
Therefore have what it takes to outlast
Then the Sun and the River and the Rocks
Brings us closer to our leaders
These beds: rocks
Brings us closer to our past:
Our humanity -girth
And our salvation lays on her bosom
Without her we fear our history is flotsam
Our dignity jetsam
We are held in her hands, Bound
to her lands...and she
Holds us to divinity
Segregated problems means
United grounds
But see, all happiness must come to an end
We meet these white men; they call us their friend
Now our blood is sweet
Our hands show the bones
16, 17 18
Nothing to call our own
Bad thoughts and bad feet
Hungry stomachs and spirits....
The most: we cant feel it

 
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